Me + 2 Hot Mamas in San Fran = 3 Barbies in a Boat

Two things I’ll miss when we sail into the sunset — girlfriends and walking.

Two things I won’t miss a bit — grey winters and biting-cold Montana wind.

This weekend I was lucky enough to soak in the good stuff and get outta the bad.  On Friday afternoon, I hopped on a cheap Allegiant Air flight to San Francisco with two of my favorite ladies.  We said goodbye to husbands, dogs, and children, escaping the frigid cloudy skies with giddy excitement.  Last time I headed out of town time for quality girlfriend time with Joellen and Gillian was over 5 years ago, and I was psyched to hang with these two hot mamas for 4 days of city time fun.

First stop: our friend Melissa’s SUV outside of Oakland airport.  Second stop: a giant (authentic!) margarita in the Mission district.  Third stop: Sengalese food at Baobao, followed by a rockin’ dance party as dinner tables were cleared out from under us.  “You dance crazy,” we heard, multiple times, from different patrons.  True that.  Not bad for the first few hours in the big city.

Thanks to our friends Andrew and Julie, we got to stay in a sweet apartment one block from the Presidio.  While the mamas headed to yoga the next morning, I followed the siren call of salt water and ran to the beach.  Now, if you know me at all, you know I only run when large predators are chasing me or I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to get somewhere fast.

As a landlocked beach girl, seeing the ocean after almost 6 months brings out my rusty running instincts.  I spent the day tooling around beaches and marinas, watching fisherman, sailboats, and kiteboarders.  Dreaming of the soon-to-come days when I’ll be staring at land from the water, instead of vice versa.  Dreaming of the day when I will feel as urgent about getting to the shore as I now feel about getting to the water.

We drank champagne when we reunited, and hit the streets in search of Thai food.  As the weekend wore on, we added Greek, Mexican, and Chinese to our cuisine, satiating those cultural cravings that itch like hell when you live in a town that specializes in burgers and beer (even if it IS exceptional meat and mircrobrews).

Speaking of cravings, we also filled our urban hiking cup to the brim.  The best part about cities is that you can walk and walk and walk, and still see something new, vibrant, unique, or bizarre around every corner.  I love that my girlfriends love walking as much as I do, and that we had the same chill exploratory agenda for the weekend.

On Sunday, we trekked over 8 miles, stopping to sample premium green tea, Vietnamese coffee, falafel, artwork, thrift stores, a brewery, a roller skate park, and — of course —  beaches.  The 3 of us all love the ocean, and you could tell: we cartwheeled near the water line, did headstands in the sand, and tried to absorb as much salt-water-laden goodness as our eyes, skin, and hearts could hold.  These memories will feed us through the long Montana winter.

The highlight of our urban hike was walking the length of Golden Gate Park, where we had the pleasure of meeting these Barbies in a Boat.  I’ll end here because — in a lot of ways — these 3 Barbies happily jetting around sunny San Francisco symbolize how I felt with Gillie and Jo this past weekend: carefree, fun, free, and easy.

 

A Few Photos From San Fran:

Highlights from Beijing and Guiyang

I first came up with the idea for this blog while in China last June.  I was there for a month as part of a U.S. State Department/University of Montana exchange program between U.S. and Chinese environmental professionals.  I was the water “expert” … or something.

The reason I originally wanted to start a blog when I arrived in Beijing is because it’s impossible to capture China in a postcard, ora 10-minute conversation, or even in a 5-hour debrief with a loved one when you return.  It needs to be captured in real-time, as the bizarre and fascinating experiences unfold.  Since I’m a year late to capture the “real-time” China visit, I figured a brief summary reflection would have to suffice.

This was my first trip to Asia, and I was nervous.  I’d never really been anywhere I couldn’t speak the language, or even decipher symbols spelling out “bathroom.”  All my travels through Latin America and Europe did nothing to prepare me for how freaking DIFFERENT China was from my culture in most ways: food, language, customs, bathrooms, group mentality.  Luckily, I’m good at laughing at myself, and was able to appreciate my social gaffes instead of getting frustrated at my naivety.

Yet I was surprised at how much I loved it.  And how much hope it gave me, when I was expecting despair—especially going as part of an “environmental” contingent.  The speed and determination with which the country implements new policies, programs, and ideas was reassuring.  Even refreshing.  And, yes, slightly terrifying, too.

In some ways, the country is leaps ahead of us, at least on the water conservation front.  For instance, instead of debating “septic tank vs sewer” when building wasteware infrastructure in rural regions, the government just skipped straight to composting toilets, with cheap, efficient systems that deal with human waste,add nutrients to croplands, and use natural wetland processes to filter the water.  A solution that delivers triple-bottom-line benefits.

It was remarkable to see the scale of consumption … and even more than that, the general sense of entitlement felt by 1+ billion Chinese to consume as much as they want.   And why not?  We Americans started it, after all.  You can buy anything you might ever need just by crossing the street.  The cities have underpasses that functions both as a mall full of vendor stalls, and as a way for pedestrians to survive crossing 8 lanes of hectic multi-modal traffic by keeping them beneath it.  Ingenious.

If I were to use 5 words to describe my visit to Beijing and Guiyang cities, they would be: overwhelming, tasty, loud, confusing, fascinating.  A few highlights:

  • I ate 100-year-old quail eggs, chicken knees, and pig feet.
  • I sampled foot massages in dozens of venues (and realized—the hard way—that they don’t get naked for massage in China).
  • I got really good at peeing standing up.
  • I felt in my bones the history of the Chinese civilization, and how shiny-new and small America is in comparison.
  • I realized how unique the individualistic perspective of the West is on this earth, and witnessed the how and the why of cherishing the community, the whole, and the society over one person.

Baja or Bust: Sailing in the Sea of Cortez

Four sailors.  Twelve days.  Five desert islands.  125 miles in a 22-foot 1978 Catalina.  In November 2011, Rob and I and two of our closest friends spent two weeks exploring the Loreto Marine Park in the Sea of Cortez.  And we did it for less than $1,000 per person (including flights and tequila!).

The full story will appear in the August edition of Cruising World.  We hope the story will inspire readers to just go: sail when, how, and where you can, even if it means cramped quarters on a 30-year-old boat you rent from a guy in Mexico named Rudolfo.  For now, here’s a few pictures and a “trailer” of our trip:

  • trading off nights camping on the beach under the stars;
  • preparing grouper ceviche and fish tacos;
  • swimming with dolphins, hammerheads, and phosphorescent glow worms;
  • petting goats and finding ice-cold beer in a remote fishing village on Day 10;
  • hooking a 4-foot dorado from our sit-on-top kayak dingy; and
  • spectacular anchorages in turquoise waters off desert islands.

It was a blast.  Stay tuned for the full article next summer!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...