Phew! We are back aboard Tregoning after a fabulous trip to Japan visiting Kaoru and Joe. We crammed so much into six days that it will take me a while to untangle it all and write coherently about it for the blog. So, this is just an update to say that our travels went fairly well…other than such chaos in the Immigration Hall in Tokyo that we missed our connecting flight and then the last bus from Osaka to Kyoto. But a night in a hotel after our series of 3-, 13-, and 1-hour flights was not a bad thing. It stole a night from the company of Kaoru and Joe but we would not have been fit for much anyway.

Initial forecasts were that prime cherry blossoms in Kyoto would be over by the time we arrived, so Kaoru had booked us a night in the mountains where flowering would be a little later. A cold March delayed the opening of the blossoms such that we hit the absolute peak in Kyoto, and it truly was a sight to behold. There were many beautiful trees in isolated places and long avenues of them beside roads or waterways. It was hard to stop taking more and more photographs.

As planned, we met with Jennie and her daughters for an afternoon and evening which was great fun. Like us, they were thrilled to have Kaoru’s expertise in ordering a delightful range of dishes from a popular restaurant. Trying authentic Japanese cuisine was quite a theme throughout our visit from an excellent sushi restaurant to an unusual breakfast with raw egg (tried and rejected), tofu, and fish in a traditional-style inn with hot-springs. In addition to visiting many temples and shrines, Kaoru organized tickets for us to attend a dance performance by Kyoto’s geisha and maiko (geisha-in-training)…oh, yes, despite our short stay, we received a marvelous dose of Japanese culture.

Finally, after another 13-hour flight, we were back in Türkiye, and it did not take long to reach Mersin from Istanbul. As expected Tregoning was very dusty and I have spent the last two mornings washing down the decks, Bimini, and cockpit while Randall installed the many new items that we brought with us from the US. Inevitably, there are a few issues that will need to be addressed before we leave the marina, so we have plenty of boat-work to keep us busy for the next few weeks. Despite that, it feels very good to finally unpack our bags and sleep in our own bed. We have had a wonderful time on our flying trip around the world, but we are ready to start sailing again...hopefully very soon.

Well, some of my expectations from the last blog post were fulfilled...others not so much.

We had more medical appointments than anticipated. This was largely due to weekly trips to Randall's dermatologist for the removal of various small skin cancers on his face. The last one was the trickiest being on the side of a nostril and, poor fellow, required a skin-graft and week of wearing large dressing and nostril dilators (plastic tubes up his nose). Needless to say, this was not particularly comfortable nor inclining him to feel very sociable. Still, the doctor was pretty pleased with the result so far and we are instructed to send him photos every week for the next month...of the healing site, not of our "vacation".

The inspections of our various other body systems were all encouraging. Randall was particularly delighted to be told that unless he shows relevant symptoms, he need never go through the discomfort of preparing for a colonoscopy again. Lucky him...

We did get a month's break from long-distance traveling, and that was good. However, with so many appointments and various online tasks in preparation for the coming months, spending March in Gainesville did not seem quite as restful as we had hoped. Still, it is a spectacular time to be in north central Florida and Nancy's lovely home was a perfect place from which to watch the explosion of pink azaleas, dazzling white dogwood trees, and the unfolding of vibrant green leaves on the deciduous trees, all of which occurred over a period of just a few days. Against a rich blue sky, this is one of the world's best displays of springtime. Of course, the associated deluge of pollen is phenomenal, leaving a yellow coating on everything left outside, and plaguing the eyes of noses of hay-fever sufferers.



Spring colors in Gainesville: pink azaleas, white dogwoods, and bright green leaves on the deciduous trees

The part of my expectations that seriously fell short was catching up with people that we had not been able to see in November. I managed to squeeze in a few lovely walks, a bit of birding, and delicious meals with some friends in Gainesville, and we spent two nights revisiting Kathy and Dan in Crystal River, but there were many people with whom we failed to connect, partly because it was difficult to plan around the shifting and expanding appointments. We also had to sell our Prius, which made it awkward towards the end, not knowing whether we would have to be available to meet potential buyers. In fact, we had very little interest and were thankful to have a guaranteed purchase by CarMax, even though we almost certainly could have got more money from a private sale had we had more time. Thankfully, Doria and Katie kindly helped provide us with wheels for the days after the car was sold...all part of our complicated dual-continent lives.



Female red-bellied woodpecker on feeder (to 26 cm or 10 inches: note that the longest tail feathers are used for balance like a third leg) and a juvenile red-shouldered hawk (to 61 cm or 24 inches) in Paynes Prairie

I am writing this as Randall and I are sitting in the international departure lounge at Toronto's Pearson Airport. We left Gainesville yesterday on the RedCoach service, stayed overnight in the Hyatt Regency Hotel at Orlando Airport, and got up soon after 3 am to catch our 6:25 am flight here. We slept most of the way, have a four-hour layover, and then take the 13-hour flight to Tokyo. Assuming that our extra bag with a strange mixture of equipment for the boat does not confuse the Japanese customs officers, we will make our two-hour connection in a different terminal (yikes) to a flight to Osaka, and finally catch a bus from that airport into Kyoto. So far, so good, but it will be a very long and short day for us. A long time before we get to bed at Kaoru and Joe's apartment, and two days (Tuesday and Wednesday) cut short as we cross the international dateline.

We are really thrilled about visiting Japan, particularly as it should be the peak time for cherry blossoms in Kyoto. Neither of us has been to Japan before and although this will be just a short, six-night visit, we very much look forward to seeing some of the beautiful sights and learning a little of Japanese culture. Most especially we are excited about seeing Kaoru and Joe in Kaoru's home country. They have very kindly arranged various activities for our visit including the opportunity to get together with Jennie (visiting from Bushey, London) and her three daughters including Josie visiting from Australia. It will be quite the international gathering, and a fun dose of long-time friends before we move onto Türkiye and reacquainting ourselves with our new friends at Mersin Marina.

By the time we reached Morro Bay on the evening of Tuesday (12th February), we had only two weeks left before we had to be back in Gainesville. We had to drive the width of the continent and we had many friends and relations still to visit but, in theory at least, it should all be possible if the Prius continued to behave impeccably, and all else went according to plan. Although the weather had improved since we were in San Jose, there were forecasts of another wintery storm system to cross California and potentially follow us eastward. But my more immediate concern was finding sea otters.

After running south along the main street of Morro Bay, on Wednesday morning, I returned along the waterfront looking for my favorite mammals. I saw some across the lagoon among the distant boats but, based on Susan's photograph, I felt sure that I should be able to find some that were closer. Then suddenly I came across the mother lode...literally a group of mothers with pups floating close to shore beside the fishing dock. A small sign on the fence asked people to be quiet because this site was a sea otter nursery and it was so cute to see several mothers floating on their backs with their pups resting or squirming on their tummies. Since I did not have my camera, I returned to the motel hoping that they would still be there when I returned with Randall after showering.



Sea otter nursery by the fishing wharf in Morro Bay with a pile (raft) of otters

Yes! They were still there floating peacefully on this calm morning when were returned. Of course, even though I took plenty of photos and video clips, I could have stayed there watching them for hours. But breakfast called, so we eventually dragged ourselves away, promising to return the following morning for another dose of cuteness.



A mother sea otter with her pup resting its head on her chest

Driving inland, we had a delicious lunch with Linda and Randall's cousin Greg at their ranch house made out of straw bales. Plenty of family stories were traded as we ate and watched the birds feeding outside the large windows, including California towhees, curve-billed thrashers, and many California quail. On leaving, we drove through Shandon where we visited the graves of Randall's parents and maternal grandparents. Thanks to the recent rains, the surrounding hills were much greener than they had been on any of my previous visits.



Recent rains had flushed the normally dry hillsides of central California with lush spring grasses, such as these hills in the Diablo Range

On way to Morro Bay from Shandon, we stopped at a nursing facility in Atascadero to visit Randall's cousin Roxanna, who has been seriously ill for the last couple of years. She seemed genuinely touched and happy to see Randall and to meet me. Although her health was poor, her mind was still sharp and many more family stories were exchanged during our very enjoyable conversation. We subsequently heard that she died exactly a week after our visit, making us very thankful that we had been able to see her when we could.

Before leaving Morro Bay on Wednesday, we returned to the sea otter nursery only to find it empty. Empty of otters, that is, there were still sea lions barking on a distant floating dock, common loons, and western `grebes. We continued to Morro Rock at the mouth of the Bay, the northwesternmost of nine named volcanic plugs (although there are actually 23 in total) between San Luis Obispo and Morro Bay. We were hoping to see peregrine falcons on the steep rock face but had to content ourselves with sighting around the Rock of surf scoters, western gulls, bufflehead ducks, and eared grebes. We also saw a few sea otters floating in the kelp beds, not as close to shore as at the nursery, but still a satisfying opportunity to say farewell before we headed further south.

After driving south through San Luis Obispo (where Randall was born) we passed through Santa Barbara (where he got his undergraduate degree at the University of California: Santa Barbara). Looking for former surfing sites of his along the coast, we stopped at Santa Claus Beach, where we walked across the railway tracks to find several long-legged willets wading in the diminutive surf. Given Randall's surfing history in the area, I was intrigued by a sign that said that great white sharks occurred in the area and are protected by state and federal law.



A variation from the warning sign about the predatory dangers of mountain lions seen further north, this sign on a beach near Ventura, CA, is about the protection of great white sharks from people

Arriving at Ventura Marina, we were thrilled to be reunited with Cheryl and Steve, a lovely couple of sailors we had met in Kona, Hawai'i in 2011. We had not seen them for over a decade, but it did not seem that way as we talked about our travels and their amazing global circumnavigation as the support boat with Hokule'a, a Polynesian double-hulled voyaging canoe, sailed and navigated in the tradition ways https://worldwidevoyage.hokulea.com/voyages/our-story/

We had originally intended to stay for the night, but Cheryl was about to have a minor surgical procedure so she was understandably concerned about not catching Covid which would cause this to be postponed. So, we ate outside at a marina restaurant (facing our partners), and then wandered around some nearby ponds looking at the birds. These included gadwall, cinnamon teal, ruddy ducks, mergansers, pied-billed grebes, great blue herons, many black-crowned night herons, and more unusually for the area, a yellow-crowned night heron.



Cheryl and Steve from SV Gershon II at Ventura Marina
(In case you are wondering how I decide of the many people that I mention whose photos to include in the blog, given the nature of the Sailblogs website and its potential for readers who are sailors, I tend more often to include photos of friends we have met cruising.)

On saying goodbye to Cheryl and Steve, we turned eastward, skirting around the north side of Los Angeles. With the afternoon traffic increasing and slowing us down, we finished the day by stopping at motel in Moreno Valley, just east of LA. This afternoon grind reduced the distance to our next motel stop in south Tucson, Arizona, and allowed us time to stop for a couple of hours at the Saguaro West - Tucson Mountain District section of Saguaro National Park. We made a brief stop at the Visitor Center, drove around the Bajada Scenic Loop, and then, as the sun was setting, walked around the Desert Discovery Nature Trail.



A forest of saguaro cacti and a typically shaped individual in the West Tucson Mountain District of Saguaro National Park

The following morning, we visited the Saguaro East - Rincon Mountain District section of the National Park. We walked along the Freeman Homestead Trail where we did not see a large number of birds, but we did see verdin, phainopepla, curve-billed thrasher, and a gila woodpecker. Many plants looking lusher than usual, such as the bright green leaves of the ocotillo, and there was even a trickle of water in some of the usually dry stream beds. We were sorry not to see or hear cactus- or canyon wrens, but we did hear and not see a new species to us the pyrrhuloxia, a desert-dwelling cardinal. We subsequently followed the Cactus Forest Loop Drive with occasional stops to admire the views of distant snow-capped mountains, adjacent rocky outcrops, or to follow the Desert Ecology Trail.



Neophyte branches on a saguaro cactus, an ocotillo that usually looks like a bunch of dead sticks but was covered in bright green leaves after the rains, and a flowering barrel cactus

On our way to the Park, we had passed by an area which appeared to have hundreds of unpainted airplanes packed tightly together. This turned out to be the Historic Aviation Bone Yard, a.k.a. the 309th Aerospace Maintenance and Regeneration Group, which was started at the end of World War II and is now a 2,600-acre (11 km2) facility. With nearly 4,000 miliary and government aircraft, it is the largest aircraft storage and preservation facility in the world, benefitting from a low rate of corrosion in the desert climate. According to Wikipedia, there are four categories of storage for aircraft:
Long Term - aircraft are kept intact in "inviolate" storage for future use with no parts removed; Parts Reclamation - aircraft are picked apart and for spare parts; Flying Hold - aircraft are kept intact with regular running of their engines, lubrication of bearings and servicing of fluids; Excess of DoD needs - aircraft are sold off whole or in parts.

Continuing eastward on Interstate 10, we soon arrived in Willcox, AZ, where we stopped for the night with Randall's cousin, Laurette and her husband Mark. Both flautists and retired school teachers, we wondered if we might get a full concert. That was a bit optimistic but we were very happy to hear Laurette demonstrate her piccolo. Many more family stories were swapped and they asked many, penetrating questions about our aquatic lifestyle...which seemed so distant from their lives surrounded by desert. While we talked, I was excited to watch various birds, including many sparrows and white-winged doves, arrive at their bird feeders. We were especially thrilled to add three new species to our life-lists, the pyrrhuloxia, Gambel's quail, and Bendire's thrasher.



Two new bird species for us at Laurette and Mark's feeders: left - the desert-dwelling cardinal called pyrrhuloxia (to 9 inches or 22 cm) and right - male and female Gambel's quail (to 11 inches or 28 cm)

The following morning, Laurette and Mark drove us to the Crane Observatory by the ponds just south of the Twin Lakes Golf Course. Many of the western populations of sandhill cranes spend the winter in Arizona, New Mexico, and along the Mexican border. We heard a few sandhill cranes on the ground but could not see them unless they were flying overhead. We did see hundreds of American wigeon feeding on the golf course, a trio of snow geese, ruddy ducks, and northern shovelers. It did not take long before Laurette seemed keen to buy a pair of binoculars and start their own birding records.

Having said farewell to Laurette and Mark, we head a little further north, stopping for more birding at Roper Lake State Park. Being the middle of the day, few birds were visible, and there was certainly no sign of the vermillion flycatchers that Randall was keen to see. By a barbecue grill in a campsite, however, we did watch a pair of brown birds that we did not recognize. Happily, we realized that they were Abert's towhees, another new species for us.

Continuing to the northeast, we climbed a twisty road over a low range to arrive in New Mexico at the western edge of the Gila National Forest (pronounced "Hee-la"). Stopping at a viewpoint, we found a plaque to Aldo Leopold (1887-1948) noting that this foresighted forester and wildlife manager had in 1924 established, within the Gila National Forest, the Gila Wilderness - the world's first designated wilderness area. Our northeastward view of the Gila Wilderness included the snow-capped Mogollon Mountains (see introductory photograph). The tallest peak within this range, Whitewater Baldy, is 10,895 ft (3,321 m).

We ended our day's travel in the tiny community of Glenwood in the San Francisco River valley. Somehow Randall had not received the address from our hosts, Roger and Kate, so we had to stop and ask people in the street and at the fish hatchery if they knew Roger. Luckily, it was a small enough community that we were eventually directed to the correct house. Randall and Roger had worked together in Glacier National Park in the 1970s and had not seen each other for several decades. Kate and Roger very kindly allowed us to stay in their newer, hilltop house with a commanding view of the Mogollon Mountains, while they spent the nights in their older house (from which they were slowly moving) down by Whitewater Creek.



Following Kate into a culvert under the road at the start of our walk in Harve Gulch

On Sunday, while Randall and Roger were happy to sit around exchanging stories about their past activities and mutual friends, Kate and I went hiking with their dog Scout in Harve Gulch. As a young man, Roger had been a researcher of raptors in the Gila Wilderness and many other areas, so he knew the wild mountains and their populations of peregrine falcons intimately. He and Randall had played together in a bluegrass band during their time in Montana, so they had both been keen to get out some guitars and jam. That evening, we were joined by their guitar-playing son Kyle and his young family, for a delightful evening of music.

The following morning, I went running up an unpaved road to a small airstrip, just west of the Catwalk Recreation Area. It was a good workout grinding uphill for over 3 km, but pretty nice coming back down. As I ran, I studied the various pawprints in the recently formed mud. Most were probably dogs, foxes, or bobcats. I was a bit concerned about mountain lions (a.k.a. cougars) although Kate had told me that she had run the same route many times. Although deaths are rarely caused by cougars (27 deaths out of 167 attacks in North America in the last 100 years), biologists surmise that people are more likely to be seen as potential prey when they bend over or squat than when they are standing. Runners who have been stalked by a cougar, may be more likely to be attacked if they bend over to pick something up or tie a shoelace. If I was going to be running in this area regularly, I would buy slip-on shoes...

Later that day, we returned to the nearby Catwalk Recreation Area where Kate led Randall and me up the trail to an impressively robust boardwalk attached to the sides of the narrow Whitewater Canyon. Randall and I both noted that compared to the long boardwalk that we had explored in Homa Canyon in Türkiye in October, the supports and fences for this catwalk, which was replaced after extreme floods in 2013, seemed much more solid. Although Kate and I were keen to follow the trail further up the canyon, part of it was submerged under icy cold water. Lacking waterproof footwear, we reluctantly turned around. This was a pity as we would have seen the type of areas where Roger (as a young man) had repelled down cliffs to study peregrine falcon nests.



Kate peering down to the creek in Whitewater Canyon below the catwalk on the Catwalk National Recreation Trail: as a result of the recent rains, following the trail further up the canyon would mean wading through cold water

In the afternoon, we drove a little south of Glenwood to the property, in the floodplain of the San Francico River, where Kyle and his wife Meggie have an organic vegetable farm. Amazingly, in an effort to be sustainable, they are building their house out of home-made adobe bricks and they cultivate the land using horse-drawn equipment rather than tractors. Wondering where they found suitable equipment, the answer, which should have been obvious, was from Amish farmers. That is also where they got their four horses (for excellent pictures see their website at: https://mdexter7.wixsite.com/friscofarm ).



Kyle and Meggie's organic vegetable farm in the floodplain of the San Francisco River which they cultivate using horse-drawn equipment

We left early the next morning, for the long drive to Amarillo, Texas, on a scenic route to Albuquerque through Gila National Forest that Roger had suggested. There were many impressive mesas and cliffs along the route and, as recommended, we stopped at La Ventana Natural Arch in El Malpais National Conservation Area. El Malpais (Spanish for "the badlands") is an extensive area of volcanic features including many layers of lava flow, the oldest dating back about 115,000 years, and the youngest to just 3,900 years ago. Underneath the lava flows, were various layers of sandstone. La Ventana Arch and surrounding bluffs were mostly eroded from Zuni Sandstone which was formed from sand blown across a vast desert to form dunes about 160 million years ago. A thinner sandstone layer near the top was of Dakota Sandstone, laid down about 96 million years ago under the water of the Western Interior Seaway. A series of uplifts and collapses caused massive cracks in the Zuni Sandstone which filled with water. Freeze and thaw cycles would have expanded and contracted those cracks causing fragments to break off and resulting in the 125-feet high, and 165-feet wide arch (38 m by 50 m), the tallest in New Mexico (the Snake Bridge arch is wider).



La Ventana Natural Arch - the surrounding cliffs are impressive but sadly one is not allowed close enough to see the sky through the arch

During our long drive across the northern part of Texas to Texarkana, we randomly stopped at the small town of Saint Joseph for lunch at the Chisholm's Chophouse. Arranged in the Spanish style with a large central square, there were several preserved buildings around it, including the Stonewall Saloon, established in 1873 and named for General "Stonewall" Jackson. The town's first permanent building, it had been a saloon and trail drivers' rest stop from days between 1867 to 1884 when cattle were driven from San Antonio, Texas, along the nearby Chisholm Trail, to railheads in Abilene, Kansas. After county prohibition in 1897, the building became offices and a bank.



The Stonewall Saloon in St Jo with hitching posts outside and the neighboring Chisholm's Chophouse

After our night in Texarkana, we stopped to look for birds in a park in the southern part of town. The flashes of the bright red of northern cardinals and the sky blue of blue jays were becoming much more common as we headed east. We also had a good sighting of a red-headed woodpecker, and new to us, several white-throated sparrows.

We crossed the mighty Mississippi River on Greenville Bridge, then headed south through the small town of Rolling Fork. With roofless buildings, snapped-off trees, and piles of debris, it was still very evident that this town had been badly hit by a big tornado in March 2023. With maximum windspeeds estimated at 195 mph (314 kph), the tornado traveled with an average forward speed of 50 miles per hour (80 km/h) for 59.4 miles (95.6 km), killing 17 people and injuring 165 others. Even a year later, it was a very sobering reminder of a dramatic force of nature.

Meanwhile, the current weather was surprisingly fine. This was surprising because the winter storm that had been forecast to sweep across the nation from the Pacific had, thankfully, stayed to the north of our route. We were lucky because there was plenty of snow on the Sierra Mountains in California. By the end of February, these areas had seen winds over 100 mph (160 kph) and more than 7 feet (nearly 3 m) of snow. So much snow fell in February, that it is anticipated that there would be no widespread drought in California for a couple of years.

We soon arrived at the duck-hunting camp, near Satartia in the Mississippi Delta (floodplain), of our friend Kurt, whose camp partner, Eric, was also visiting. Having all been professional colleagues, in the evening we shared plenty of stories from working on projects or attending conferences. The cabin overlooked former catfish ponds in a tract that Kurt is actively managing to increase biodiversity and, of course, to attract waterfowl. He gave us a grand tour of the property but there were surprisingly few ducks, only a couple of mergansers. There were, however, plenty of redwing blackbirds, northern cardinals, swamp sparrows, and blue jays.



Left - Deciduous trees in Mississippi with Kurt's hunting camp to the right: Right - flatwood pines by Week's Bay National Estuarine Research Reserve, AL, visited with Gidget and Joe

Leaving camp the next morning, we headed southeast, stopping in southern Hattiesburg to eat our picnic and look at the Canada geese, ring-necked ducks, and various other waterfowl at Duncan Lake Park. The following two nights were spent as guests of Gidget and Joe near Fairhope, AL. Again, we knew Joe from our professional days, so in addition to trading stories and pictures of our respective travels (they spend the summers hiking and fishing in Wyoming in their camper), we also reminisced about events and friends from various conferences.

Gidget and Joe drove us through the attractive, artsy town of Fairhope, on the east side of Mobile Bay. It was busy on a Saturday morning so we did not stop but enjoyed a good walk with their dog Jensen to Weeks Bay on the Fish River. Watching ospreys diving for fish, pelicans flying in and out of the bay, and eastern bluebirds in the pine flatwoods, started to get us in the mood for returning to Florida the following day. It was a six-hour drive back to Gainesville and the excellent company of Nancy.

We had thoroughly enjoyed our tour around the US and SW Canada seeing so many wonderful people, but we were ready for a bit of a rest from traveling. We have several more medical check-ups and procedures to attend/endure and plenty of supplies to purchase to take back to Tregoning. However, with just over a month before we leave Florida, we are also looking forward to spending more time with our friends here, especially those we had missed seeing in November. Then we will dust off our passports and take-off on our next overseas adventures...

It has been a month since our last post and plenty has happened during that time. But that makes it hard to find time to write the blog, so this is just a quick update to show that we are still going strong, and our climate has changed a bit. More details of our excellent stays in Seattle, Olympia (WA), San Jose, Jackson, Morro Bay (CA), Willcox (AZ), and now Glenwood (NM) will follow eventually.

In addition to seeing many family members and friends, we have enjoyed spectacular scenery from snow-capped mountains to the Pacific Ocean to the Sonoran Desert. We have also experienced the gamut of weather conditions from the snow in Vancouver, to atmospheric rivers dumping rain on California, to frost melting to midday warmth in the desert. We will stay here in New Mexico for a couple more nights then head further east to Vicksburg, MS, and Fairhope, AL, before returning to Florida in about a week’s time. We truly appreciate the generous hospitality of all of our hosts and hope that we added something enjoyable to their winter.

In Vancouver, we had reached the most north-western point of our trip around the continent, and the snowy weather had seemed to acknowledge this. Now it was time to start heading south towards springtime. Having carefully dug ruts in the snow to allow the Prius to escape without becoming its own snowplow, we cautiously eased out of the residential roads leading from Debra and Rob's house on Friday (19th January). Once on the main streets, the route was clear with only a little fog as we crossed the low pass just south of Bellingham.

Not only were there a few sun-breaks (as the locals call them) once we reached Seattle, but the clouds were high enough that we could actually see Mount Rainier from Karen and Mike's lovely house overlooking Lake Washington. This was shocking because when we arrived in Seattle to start our sabbaticals in March 2005, it was weeks before we saw the volcano's summit. Rainier was coyly veiled for the rest of our week-long stay in Seattle, but that one evening's glimpse was spectacular.



Mount Rainier seen beyond Lake Washington from Karen and Mike's house

Our viewing of Rainier also benefitted from the third-floor extension that Karen and Mike had added to their house since our last visit in 2016. This provided excellent views and a delightful, self-contained guest area that was very comfortable. It was wonderful to see plenty of Karen and Mike because they both worked at home for part of our visit. We were especially appreciative that they were so patient with our frequent changes of both arrival and departure dates.

The latter was because we were waiting to see when Michael might be able to return home to Olympia from his medical-rehabilitation facility in Tacoma. We visited him there several times from Seattle and it was very encouraging that he was making great progress in walking around and remembering things. When he eventually received a discharge date, we arranged with Jan that we would come home with her the night before to help prepare the house, and so that I could go with her to help get him home. In the meantime, we took a bit of time to enjoy revisiting some of our Seattle haunts from our sabbatical when we lived on our previous sailboat with our golden retriever, Roxy. Thus, we stopped by Pike Street Market, the Chittenden Locks, Shilshole Marina, and UW campus. We also had a fun dinner with Crysta, a former colleague at UF, who is working hard to finish her PhD from the University of Portland.

Michael was finally allowed home, exactly a month after his medivac departure early on Boxing Day. I think that we were helpful to him and Jan during our five-day stay in Olympia, especially as he still had to use a walker to get back-and-forth to the car for his various medical appointments. It was also fun for us to see some of his family as they came to visit him at home. There was one midnight trip to the Emergency Room, but the problem was resolved quickly and we were all thankful that he could return home right away. So, it was not quite the visit that we had anticipated back in November, but we were all relaxed and thankful that it looked as though Michael was going to make a substantial recovery, although the final status might not be known for several months. It also made us realize how very lucky he was to have a such an ideal partner in Jan who was so devoted and had the stamina to keep on top of his treatments and needs. Well done both of you!

By Tuesday (30th January), Randall was anxious for us to leave Olympia and continue south to Martha's in San Jose. His angst was not because we had any special commitments in California, but because the weather forecasts were again looking dodgy. This time, instead of snow, it was an "Atmospheric River" bringing large amounts of rain across the Pacific to the West Coast. Our goal was to try to beat the worst of the rain to San Jose because flooding, landslides, and nasty driving conditions were predicted for several days.

On the way, we had an excellent view of the snow-covered volcanic cone of Mount Shasta as we pulled into Yreka for the night. It was hidden by the next morning and by the time we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge it was steadily raining. We had taken that route to San Jose both to see the Bridge and to visit with Vandy and Eric (formerly of SV Scoots, now SV Awildian which is in Montenegro) who were staying in a hotel near San Mateo. Like our experience in 2016, they had come to the US from their boat for about six weeks, but were now looking at being on this side of the Atlantic for many months. This was due to an unexpected medical condition of Eric's that was going to require many tests and possible treatment. Having discussed this via WhatsApp, we were very pleased to see them both looking remarkably well and cheerful, and we chatted for a couple of hours before we continued on to San Jose. We would see them again after the weekend when we hoped that the weather would be better for birding.

In fact, the rain diminished for the next two days, so we took Martha to the Don Edwards National Wildlife Refuge on the east side of southern San Francisco Bay, and she patiently wandered round with us while we paused to identify birds. These included Anna's hummingbird, song sparrow, black phoebe, greater yellowlegs, northern shovelers, green wing teal, and American wigeon. The following day, we tried to go to Castle Rock State Park up in the Coastal Range, SW of San Jose but the road was closed. So, we stopped at Sanborn, a Santa Clara County Park where we could walk around a forest of coastal redwoods. There were not as many birds as we had expected (it was midday), but we did peer into a pond that had a large population of California newts. This was particularly fascinating because I was not sure that I had ever seen newts other than in a fish tank before.



Looking rather prehistoric or alien, endemic California newts (to 8 inches or 20 cm) seen in a pond at Sanborn County Park

Just before the rain returned over the weekend, I participated in the Parkrun at Byxbee Park near Palo Alto, while Randall did some birding. He showed me his best finds after my run which included Say's phoebe, greater scaup, common goldeneye, and many other waterfowl. The rain finally eased again on Thursday when we met Vandy and Eric for birding at Baylands Nature Preserve, adjacent to the Byxbee Park. Vandy knew this area and its wildlife well because she had been a volunteer at the Preserve when they lived near Redwood City before they started cruising. In fact, they had shown us their old house the day before when we met for lunch but deemed it too wet to enjoy walking through the wetlands.

Our bird sightings at Baylands Nature Preserve were extensive, including a huge population of marbled godwits, many American avocets, black-necked stilts, Savannah sparrows, northern shovelers, green-winged teal, redwing blackbirds, and a few Clark's- and western grebes, and northern harriers (see introductory photograph). New to Randall and me were ruddy- and canvasback ducks, and a white-tailed kite, the latter hovering by the road and spotted by Vandy as we were driving out of the Preserve.



Song sparrow (to 7 inches or 18 cm) and American avocet (to 18 inches or 46 cm)

After lunch, we drove up Page Mill Road to Los Trancos Mid-Peninsula Regional Open Space Preserve. Randall and Eric stayed in the car talking about music and boat equipment while Vandy and I hiked around, mostly admiring the views and trees as there were very few birds. Vandy showed me various indicators, including bent trees, shallow pools, and disjointed sections of fence, of the huge earthquake on the San Andreas Fault in 1989 that was centered near Loma Prieta, the highest peak in the Santa Cruz Mountains.



Eric and Vandy at Baylands Nature Preserve; Vandy illustrating how far apart the 1989 earthquake moved sections of a fence that straddled the San Andreas Fault

Vandy used to bring fieldtrips of students up to this Open Space, and often birded and walked there on her own. She was aware of, but not put off by, the known presence in the area of mountain lions (a.k.a. cougars, pumas, and more than 40 other English names, making it the animal with the most names in the world). She had seen signs of them, such as their kill, but knew not to be there when they are most active, at dawn and dusk.



View southeast at Los Trancos with Mt Loma Prieta in far center, and warning sign about mountain lions

Having said a fond farewell to Vandy and Eric, (who we hope to see in Montenegro next winter, if not before), the following day we drove with Martha along part of Skyline Boulevard. This state route winds along the top of ridges through the same Coastal Range where we had been the previous day. It passed through various Open Space Preserves and had several impressive viewing points over San Francisco Bay and the Pacific Ocean. One of our stops was to see the Methuselah Tree, a huge coastal redwood with an estimated age of 1,860 years. Its height had been 225 ft (69 m) before the top broke off in a storm in 1954 leaving its current height of 137 ft (42 m), and the trunk's diameter at its base is 14 ft (4.3 m). While its size and age for a redwood merit the Methuselah name, it should not be confused with the world's potentially oldest living organism, a bristlecone pine in Eastern California called Methuselah that is estimated to be 4,854 years old. But wait! In 2023, according to National Geographic, a Patagonian cypress was identified in Chile that may be 500 years older. Either way, both trees would have been well established by the time the ancient Egyptians built the pyramids at Giza.



Grove of coastal redwood trees in Sanborn Park; Randall and Martha by base of the Methuselah coastal redwood tree

After having lunch in Half Moon Bay, we drove south along the coastal road to Santa Cruz where be briefly visited the downtown area. On way, we stopped to admire the Pacific Coast and at the base of the cliff I noticed what looked like five penguins (no species of which occur in California) or puffins (which are very unlikely to be walking on sand). Finally, I realized that they were surf scoter ducks actually in the surf. They waddled towards the incoming waves then bent down to feed in the stirred water until they were pushed back into beach, only to start the cycle again.



A cliff on the coastal road between Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz with surf scoter ducks (to 20 inches or 50 cm) feeding in the surf at the base

The next day, we drove from San Jose to Jackson, CA, via the Diablo Range. The steep, twisty road rising out of San Jose had sweeping views over the city and southern San Francisco Bay. We stopped at Joseph D. Grant County Park which we had visited before with Martha but this time we were looking for birds. We had some good sightings including yellow-rumped warblers, golden crowned sparrows, western bluebirds, California scrub jays, chestnut-backed chickadees, bald eagles, red-tailed hawks, northern flickers, a California towhee, and two species that were new to us: Nuttall's woodpecker and oak titmouse.



California scrub jay (to 11 inches or 29 cm) and western bluebird (to 7.5 inches or 19 cm)

Later, beyond the Park, we paused to watch a covey of California quail scamper and flutter across the road. These are one of Randall's favorite birds.



California quail (to 10 inches or 25 cm) with their curiously curving topknots; female left, male right

Further on, we topped the 4,200-foot (1,280 m) summit of Mount Hamilton with its remnants of snow, by stopping briefly at the historic Lick Observatory, the world's first permanently occupied mountaintop observatory which started observations in 1888. We had taken a tour of the observatory with Martha in 2016 https://www.sailblogs.com/member/tregoning/411434. It was amazing that the observatory was still there because a huge fire in August 2020, which burned more than 2,000 square miles (5,180 km2) of California in just 10 days, came very close to destroying it. Remarkably firefighters were able to save all but one residential building despite the fire passing very close to the summit.



Lick Observatory atop Mount Hamilton with burned trees just below it, and a mural about Argonaut Mine in Jackson, CA

We spent a couple of nights staying with Randall's cousin Court and his wife Ellen in Jackson, just southeast of Sacramento in the foothills of the Sierra mountains. This was an historic gold mining town and after a lovely country-lane walk, Court drove me around the town to see the remains of a couple of old gold mines. The Argonaut Mine was in production from 1893 to 1942 during which time more than $25 million worth of gold (based on 1942 gold prices) were extracted. In 1922, with $75,000 to $100,000 of gold being extracted a month, it was one of the world's most productive mines. This was also the site and year of the state's worst gold-mine disaster when 47 miners were trapped and killed during a fire. The nearby Kennedy Mine was active from 1860 to 1942 during which time it produced almost $35 million of gold. When the mine closed, it had the deepest vertical shaft in North America at 5,912 feet (or 1,802 m).



View over the valley of the North Fork Mokelumne River from Ellen and Court's house in early morning and sunset

In addition to visiting Ellen's four horses at their nearby stables, enjoying the fabulous view from their house, and identifying the local birds, most of us watched the American Football Super Bowl. This was between the San Franscisco 49ers (Court's team) and the Kansas City Chiefs. It was an exciting match but had an agonizing end when it went into almost 15 minutes of overtime. This was painful for Ellen who really dislikes the sport and hoped that it would be over at full time, and for Court when Kansas City finally won with a touchdown over San Francisco's field goal.

Leaving Jackson on Monday morning, we recrossed the Diablo Range on a much faster road than we had taken up Mount Hamilton. We drove south on the east side of the Gabilan Range, part of California's Coast Range, until we reached the east entrance to Pinnacles National Park (NP). We ate our picnic lunch at the Peaks View Parking Area admiring the distant and central High Peaks and Pinnacle Rocks which can be reached by foot from separate park entrances on either side of the range. The golden rocks of the pinnacles were "rhyolite breccia, angular fragments ejected from (distant) volcanoes and cemented by ash and mud".



Some of the Pinnacles and rocky canyon cliffs in Pinnacles National Park

Further into the park, after spotting a couple of Stella's jays, we followed the Moses Spring Trail to the modest spring. While Randall retraced his steps, I went on to Bear Gulch Reservoir, returning by the Rim Trail. The landscape and flora were those of a predominantly dry habitat, but the muddy reservoir, full streams, and noisy waterfalls displayed the effects of the recent rains. Despite fabulous views of the various pinnacles and canyons, we had no views of California condors, the main reason that we come to this Park. Gainesville friend Katie had recommended the Park as a likely place to see condors because it is one of the release sites for the condor captive breeding program. Instead, we did see a few bees on the white flowers of the native manzanita shrubs. It is claimed that Pinnacles NP contains more than 500 species of bees, giving it some of the highest bee diversity anywhere on earth. There are over 20,000 bee species in the world of which 4,000 are native to the USA. I had no idea.



Bear Gulch Reservoir in Pinnacles National Park

As we were leaving the park, we stopped once more at the place where we had lunch to peer at the distant Pinnacles with our binoculars. By this time, there were many more birds soaring above the peaks and while they were too distant to be absolutely certain that some of them were condors as opposed to the much more common turkey vultures, we managed to persuade ourselves that some might be some of North America's largest land bird. (I put them on my "possible sightings" page of my life-time bird spreadsheet.) Thinking that there might only be three or four condors regularly in the Park, we were not absolutely convinced.

However, as we left, we learned from the Park Ranger at the gate that about 30 condors used the Park, making our optimistic identifications much more likely. Given that by 1987 the global population of California condors had fallen to just 27 individuals, which were (controversially) all taken into captivity, this size of population in one of only six release sites for captive-bred birds is very encouraging. However, as long as some birds still die from lead-poisoning after ingesting carrion containing lead shot (the condor's strong digestive juices make them more susceptible to such lead than other scavengers), collisions with power lines, and lately avian 'flu, the world population of around 560 birds is not out of danger yet.

After heading south from Pinnacles NP, we turned west to cross the Gabilan Range then followed the Salinas Valley to Atascadero where we met Randall's cousin Eloise and her daughter Petra for dinner. It was lovely to see them both look so well and many family stories were traded until it was time for us to continue southwest to our motel in Morro Bay. We had chosen to stay there because we had fond memories of staying in the Bay's sheltered lagoon in Tregoning in October 2013. Also, Susan, another friend from Gainesville, had been there recently and had shared excellent photos of sea otters. Having not seen any along the coast so far on this trip, it was our last chance to see them...and I do LOVE sea otters.

When we left Türkiye in late October, we assumed that we would be staying within the USA for just over five months before leaving in April. Our various cruising friends in Vancouver, Canada, were likely to be either overseas themselves, or we had somehow lost contact. However, after a flurry of emails and a Google search, we found that they would all be in Vancouver in early January, and ended up spending a very enjoyable fortnight there through an Arctic Blast and near-record-breaking snowfall.

Vancouver was not our first stop after leaving Yvonne in Spokane on Wednesday (3rd January). First, we drove south to Pullman, where Randall had attended graduate school at Washington State University. On our way, it was fun for him to explore places where he had lived, and on arrival it was a great pleasure to stay with former colleague, Dick, and his wife, Nancy. They gave us a guided tour of the town and campus, which had, respectively, undergone much expansion and many changes since our last visit in 2016. We enjoyed admiring the amazingly complex quilts that Nancy had made, and trading travel stories throughout the evening. It was only a short visit, but well worthwhile.

The following day, we made a seven-hour drive northwest, including a spell of wet snow as we crossed Snoqualmie Pass in the Cascade Mountains. A short ferry ride deposited us on Lummi Island to stay with Lindy and Al, formerly of SV Enchanté. They had just sold her in Mexico, but Al was about to drive back to Baja California to escape the cold and catch some waves on his stand-up paddleboard. A quick walk on the beach with their Mexican dog, Tia, reminded us of the great beauty of this northern part of Washington, with its steep, forested hillsides and many inlets and coves.



Al and Lindy happily posing on a Lummi Island beach with a tree behind them in which sat these two bald eagles...not looking quite as cheerful

Our two-night visit was again brief but full of laughter and cruising reminiscences. We slept in the guest accommodation of a cozy camper van (well-heated and dry under a pole-barn) but we spent much of our time peering at the well-used bird feeder outside the kitchen window of their "tiny" house. Randall was especially pleased to become reacquainted with many of the bird species familiar from his graduate-school days.



A sample of feeder visitors: top left, dark-eyed junco (to 17 cm or 6.5 inches): top right, golden-crowned sparrow (to 18 cm or 7 inches); bottom L to R, house finch (to 14 cm or 5.5 inches), a red-breasted nuthatch in flight (to 11 cm or 4.5 inches), and a female downy woodpecker (to 17 cm or 6.5 inches)

Al had finished his production of fine furniture, skillfully crafted from interesting woods, until his return from Mexico. But he was excited to show us his latest project with his co-worker, making acoustic bass guitars. They have become quite fascinated by the methods of various guitar luthiers (luthiers being makers of stringed instruments) and Randall was highly impressed by their products. I only wish that we could have stayed long enough to sample Lindy's professional talents...as a massage therapist!



Randall and Al discuss the finer points of one of the bass guitars that he and his partner are making

Our time on Lummi Island was limited, however, because we wanted to get to Vancouver in time to see Debra and Rob before they left to return to SV Avant in Panama. Although we would only spend a couple of nights with them before they left, they had very generously suggested that we stay longer in their house so that we could visit other friends in the area. We ate well, including a Dim Sum brunch on Sunday, and then dropped them at the airport early on Monday morning. Somehow in the rush I failed to take a photo of them but I did remember for Dina and Malcolm (formerly of SV Good as Gold - sold to friends in Australia), who returned to town from Europe that same afternoon.



Malcolm and Dina beside the totems in Stanley Park, Vancouver

With Dina returning home from working on a project in Bulgaria with Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders), they were keen to show us various sights in Vancouver. Some of these were familiar to us, such as Stanley Park, while others were new, including Cypress Mountain and Queen Elizabeth Park.

We also managed to catch up with Judith and Harry (formerly of SV Vahana), after tracking down a new email address for Judith. We were lucky that they were in their apartment in Vancouver rather that in their house on Parker Island, and that we could squeeze into the their very busy schedule. Judith provided a delicious salmon dinner and we traded reminiscences about our previous times together in Panama, Costa Rica, and Parker Island, as well as our very different passages through the Gulf of Aden and Red Sea. Judith was as curious and cheerful as ever and even though Harry was a little frail as he was recovering from surgery on his scalp. We were also enchanted to meet their friendly and fuzzy young dog named Charlie Parker.



Judith, Harry, and Charlie Parker

Thursday morning started with sunshine, so we drove with Dina and Malcolm to Cypress Mountain, northwest of Vancouver Harbour, enjoying spectacular views to the south along the way (see introductory picture). We ended up getting hot chocolate at the Lodge for Cypress Mountain downhill skiing area. It looks so tempting and Malcolm, a ski instructor, did his best to try to convince me to go skiing. However, I held firm to my moratorium on skiing as long as I live on a boat (too many friends have suffered leg injuries which would be very tricky with all our travel and boat life). But it did make me realize how much I would enjoy going skiing again one day.



Part of the Cypress Mountain skiing area, site of the Freestyle Skiing and Snowboarding events of the 2010 Winter Olympics

The clouds soon descended however, and a highly publicized Arctic Blast, with dire warnings about potential frostbite in the -20°C (-4°F) windchill, started to make its presence known. By the time we got back to Rob and Debra's house, it was snowing. Although this accumulation was just a few cms/inches, the temperature plummeted with overnight conditions of -11°C (11°F), and stayed around there until Sunday when it warmed up to -8°C (18°F).

With a warm house in which to work on our online projects and watch sports on TV (you can work out who did what...), we were not bothered by the cold but I did feel some responsibility for the Anna's hummingbirds that were using Rob's feeder. We had seen plenty of hummingbirds on Vancouver Island when we had been there during various summers. I had no idea that many of them do not migrate south but remain for the winter, depending upon feeders, perennial plants, and the warmth of the city. Rob had given me instructions on cleaning and filling the feeder (4:1 water to sugar brought to the boil then allowed to cool), and in cold weather bringing it inside overnight (when the hummingbirds do not feed) and returning it in the morning.



A male Anna's hummingbird (with a distinctive white wing patch) that used, and fiercely guarded, Rob's feeder

I saw more than one hummingbird use the feeder, but one particular male I could recognize by a distinctive white patch on its right wing. This territorial bird often chased other hummingbirds away. During the cold days, it sat with feathers fluffed on top of a shrub and in certain light I could see its bright pink gorget. It continued to use the feeder even while it snowed, and on the coldest days I would thaw out the syrup several times during the day to keep the supply available. To conserve energy, these birds will enter a state of torpor on cold nights, when they can drop their body temperature from around 39°C to 12°C (102°-104°F to 54°F), and lower their heart rate. Appearing dead, these birds should be left alone as they will shiver themselves awake in the morning, assuming that they ingested enough calories during the previous day.

In part of my effort to burn off the excess calories that I had consumed over the holidays, I decided to join the Burnaby Parkrun on Saturday morning. We went to the wooded Central Park fully expecting the event to have been cancelled in the -11°C temperatures but it was not. I was impressed that any volunteers or runners had shown up and once I got going, it was not too bad. In fact, I had my best Parkrun placement ever as the 14th finisher and I was first in my female age-class...but, as usual, that place put me squarely in the middle of the pack...of 27 runners and there were only two others in my age-class!



The tropical habitat inside the dome of the Bloedel Conservatory

The following day, we met Dina and Malcolm in the nearby Queen Elizabeth Park, where we visited the dome-shaped Bloedel Conservatory. In the cold weather, this habitat of tropical plants and birds was a popular destination for families with young children. Although there were many species of interest, including a titan arum (a.k.a. corpse flower) named Uncle Fester, we were particularly impressed by the brightly colored macaws and orchids.



Inside the Bloedel Conservatory, Valentine a hybrid macaw and a particularly large and conspicuous orchid

During this time, we had heard that Michael (our head-injured brother-in-law) had been moved from the critical-care hospital in Seattle to a rehabilitation facility in Tacoma. Although he still had some memory loss and bad double vision, his condition was certainly improving. It was still not clear when he might be going home, and whether our presence there would help or hinder his recovery, so we did not feel a great need to rush south. We also learned that another cruising couple were coming to Rob and Debra's house to spend a few nights before returning to their boat in Chile. It seemed sociable to stay until after they arrived on Tuesday, so that became our new plan. Dina and Malcolm met Karina and Gary from the Vancouver Island ferry in the afternoon, and we all had a fun evening together swapping cruising tales over a carry-out Indian meal.

The following morning, however, it soon became apparent that we would not be leaving that day. It snowed all day long, all the way south to Seattle. People were urged to stay home unless their travel was essential, and long delays and accidents were common on the roads. While these conditions would be considered mild further inland, in these maritime areas drivers were not used to snowy conditions and did not necessarily have suitable tires on their vehicles. By the end of the day, 25 cm (10 inches) of snow had accumulated in the city, and the news was full of reports of it being the 10th snowiest day on record in Vancouver.



News headlines on Wednesday about the previous day's snowfall in Vancouver

For those of us with the luxury of staying indoors, it was absolutely beautiful. It was cold enough to keep the snow piled on the trees and all other structures. The main roads were ploughed and salted fairly quickly, but cars were forming deep tracks in the snow on residential roads. Surprisingly, our Prius had tires suitable for mud and snow (previous owners had lived in Maine) but the aerodynamic, low-slung front bumper would have become a rather weak snow plough if we had tried to drive on roads that had not been cleared.



View from the back door and Gary shoveling a path to the road with well-covered our Pruis on the right

With forecasts predicting more snow on Thursday and freezing conditions continuing, we soon decided that we were still in no particular rush to get to Seattle or to clog up the roads. It took me quite a while to brush the snow off the car and to shovel a clear enough area around it, that we would be able to pull out into the ruts when we did decide to leave. Thus, I was not too thrilled with the extra 3 cm (inch) that fell after I did all of that work, but it was much easier to clear off.

There were advantages to delaying our departure. On Thursday evening, friend Terry drove up from Bellingham and took Randall to a professional ice-hockey game between the Vancouver Canucks and the Arizona Coyotes (thankfully, the Canucks won). I had no interest in the ice hockey but when Randall returned and talked more about the high-quality buffet that was included with Terry's season tickets, than he did about the game, I wondered if I had made the right decision in not going. But I definitely had because I joined Karina, Gary, Dina, Malcolm, and two more of their cruising friends for a delicious tapas dinner downtown in the city, an evening that also gave me a chance to ride back and forth on the city's skytrain. With Karina and Gary leaving very early the following morning, it remained to be seen whether Randall and I would hit the road soon after. If we did, we would be ending an excellent, almost two-week stay in the very city that we had not expected to visit at all on this trip.