Idaho

Still catching up on the vacation. A lot happened. Needs to be recorded. Stuff still happening so I need to get caught up soon.

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Of all the meticulous planning that went into the six-week, multi-country, multi-state trip, Idaho was probably the most tightly planned. From the time we landed, we were immediately off to run errands, well before we saw any family or friends. Given that we intended to go backpacking the next day, we drove straight from the airport to our storage, sifted through our belongings for what we would need, particularly for camping, and then headed to shops to fill some gaps in our supplies.

My goal was to front-load all of this and be to my sister’s in time for tea. We wanted to have some time with family before heading out the next morning for the mountains.

The added constraint to our itinerary was the fact that about halfway through, my wife would be leaving us for Istanbul to attend a class reunion. As such, we needed to fit in as many activities as possible before she left. The first priority (for me), was to squeeze in a backpack trip.

 

Backpacking

Weeks before leaving, I spent some time scanning maps of the central part of the state looking for a possible alpine lake destination. Since my wife and I were married, we’ve been able to visit/backpack to over a dozen mountain lakes, taking a gap for about five years when we had babies. Now, with kids, we generally target lakes that involve a short hike and no crowds. Usually that implies a certain amount of remoteness. Deep Lake fit the bill.

The next morning we headed north. It’s about a two-and-a-half-hour drive to get to my brother’s place where, for some reason, I was thinking we had some of our gear. En route, we discovered that this wasn’t the case. At that point, I wasn’t sure where the gear was but we knew at that point we were going to be short some sleeping bags and a tent. Long story short, we were able to pull together some stuff from my brother, sister and a store to make this happen. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

After a quick stop at my brother’s place, we proceeded to the town of McCall for lunch. From there we drove a little over a half hour farther north to the trailhead. Given the scattered way in which our gear was assembled this year, it took a bit longer to put together some manageable, hikeable backpacks. By the time we were attaching them to our backs, they were a bit heavier than anticipated. I suspect we’ll do better next time when we’re better organized.

at the trailhead

I looked online and there wasn’t a lot of information about the lake. What I did read was fairly accurate though I think it was far more beautiful than the photos that I saw portrayed.

The hike begins with a fairly gradual ascent. One thing that was mentioned online was that the hike is quite exposed due to a forest fire a couple decades ago. This turned out to be the case but the hike is short enough that it’s not a big deal. About halfway, the hike gets fairly steep as you make your way up the side of the mountain before cresting at the bowl-like area where the lake is. This is similar to other hikes we’ve done. The kids felt some elation when they began to see the blue of the water, knowing that their destination was in sight.

room with a view

We had no problems identifying a campsite. There weren’t too many options but all options were good – right at the edge of the lake. Though we’d seen a couple people on the way up, there was no one at the lake and we would have it to ourselves until we were breaking camp the next morning. It probably helped that it wasn’t a weekend.

We proceeded to set up camp. To me, it’s one of the best parts of camping. We had two tents: one for the kids and the other for the grown-ups. The day had gone according to plan and we were set up in time for late afternoon tea. As the sun lowered, the air began to cool. We started a campfire as the bright yellow-ish orange sunset developed on the horizon. It was a perfect evening. The lake was still and you could see and hear fish jumping occasionally. A nearly full moon began to rise above the lake to the south. I don’t think we could have asked for a better setting.

taking a dip

Eventually we made our way into our tents. The night was calm. Around 2am I was awoken by the sound of some sort of creature not far from the tent. I immediately assume it was a deer. We turned on the flashlight and sure enough, there was a large doe standing just a few feet away. She seemed unfazed by the light and carried on nibbling at the grass. She stayed for quite some time, to the point that I fell asleep while she was still there.

Deep Lake

The next morning the air was chilly and I made a fire and started some coffee. Early morning is also one of the best parts of camping. For me.

After breakfast, we broke camp and made our way down the mountain to the car. I was sad we had to limit it to one night but, given the tight schedule, I’m glad we pulled it off at all. Next year I’ll make sure we have a two-night stay.

 

Car Camping

After stopping in McCall for lunch, we headed south to meet family for a bit of car camping. I’m okay with car camping though I do find it inferior to backpacking. But it was good to hang out with family. We were hit during the night with a massive rainstorm. Our car camping tent kept us dry but the next morning was a mess as we packed up.

We took a spin on my niece and husband’s boat. I’m not a big boat person but it was fun to be out on the lake on a beautiful day.

In keeping with our need to spend no more than a night in any location, we headed on towards my brother’s place to attend a party his neighbor was having. Apparently every year they invite some family and friends to an afternoon of food and games. We were obviously outsiders but they love my brother and he figured we (particularly my daughters) would be a nice addition since it was primarily for kids. Indeed they were.

As we parked at my brother’s house on a hillside adjacent to where the party was, I saw something move down the lane. It was a baby bear. Soon we saw a second and then a third. And then their mother. The looked to be making their way down the hill so we all jumped back in the vehicle, sped down the lane and just as we got to the road, the four of them crossed and headed down the other side.

We drove to where they crossed and we saw them scampering across the valley below heading for the mountain on the other side. Eventually we lost sight of them as they ducked into the forest. It’s so amazing to see bears in the wild.

We weren’t sure what to expect but it turned out to be a wonderful afternoon. It was good to see that my brother had such cool people in his area. And for us, given the chances that we move to the area.

One couple that was there was from French-speaking Belgium (Wallonia). It was the strangest thing to be in a rather remote part of Idaho and hear a couple arrive at a party speaking French. I obviously couldn’t resist the temptation to introduce myself, let them know that I had lived in Belgium and that my family were francophone. I think they were as shocked as we were. The woman was not as strong in English as her husband and I think she was quite happy to be able to chat with people in her native language.

Afterwards we headed to my sister’s house/cabin about twenty minutes back up the road. For everything we did, I wish we had had more time. Again, at least we were able to fit all this in.

We had a very nice evening at my sister’s wonderful home, only to wake up the next morning and move on to our next destination. Before we left, I took some time visit the property we bought just prior to the pandemic. I met the contractor who has been helping us work on the house. It’s slow, given that available contractors are hard to come by, but it’s inching along. At this point I don’t think it will be done until mid-next year.

The next stop would be my parents’ house about four and a half hours to the south. It’s a relatively easy drive and, with my three passengers, I was getting my fill of the latest in pop music.

 

Kimberly

I rather enjoy spending time in the Magic Valley where I grew. I likely enjoy it more than my siblings for some reason. I’ve mentioned this is previous blog posting but I think it has something to do with the simplicity of the place. The nostalgia. And it’s so radically different from where I live and work.

One reason for the visit was to participate in a 65^th wedding anniversary party for my parents. They’ve avoided having a single massive event but, and I think wisely, they have opted on a couple smaller gatherings. Easier to have conversations with people and I think they can get overwhelmed by larger groups.

 

Boise

Then it was back to Boise to hang out with my sister and then see my beloved wife off to Istanbul. Boise was sweltering hot and unpleasant by day. Evenings were quite nice.

One thing we were invited to do was assist in the spreading of my brother-in-law’s ashes. John passed away a few weeks prior to our trip and my eldest sister has still very much been in the grieving period. When we were with them a year ago, he knew that there was a strong chance that he didn’t have much longer to live. He mentioned to Priya while we were walking through a Boise park that after his death, he would be there. It was touching moment that Priya relayed to my sister. As a result, during our visit she invited us to the spreading of some of his ashes in the park.

One interesting additional point is that John said he always loved yellow roses, acknowledging that most people preferred the other colors. So my sister decided to begin the spreading of ashes where some yellow roses were. As we walked up to the chosen bushes, we were caught off guard by the name of the variety of these particular roses:

We had dinner with my uncle Rich (my namesake) and Aunt Charlotte for dinner. I saw them briefly last spring when I was in Idaho for wrist surgery but I haven’t been able to spend much time with them in recent years. As I kid I would go fishing every year with them, my cousins and grandparents. It was always something I looked forward to, particularly because it usually coincided with the end of the school year/beginning of summer.

The following day we bid a sad farewell to my wife as she headed to Turkey. The girls haven’t spent much time away from their mother over the years so they were quite sad. It would only be for about 5 days that I would be single dad but it would include travel back to Europe.

 

Back to Kimberly

The next day we would remain in Boise for another family gathering before heading back to see my parents again and another family gathering. My dad had injured his leg not long before we arrived in Idaho and the onset of infection caused him to be hospitalized. In addition to visiting him at the hospital, we decided to do some yard work while we were there, recognizing that they would have less ability to take care of such things during this time.

One thing we did while we were there was go to Shoshone Falls. It’s a significant tourist attraction and I always love going there when I’m in town. There’s a lake nearby that I used to go to when I was young to swim and jump off the rocks. It’s changed since then, obviously, and now they have a diving board and several docks. It’s a bit “tamer” compared to the old days which is probably good. I was surprised that Kiran was keen to join me in jumping off the cliff into the lake. One always hesitates when standing at the top and peering down at the water. It’s great that she did it.

Back to Boise

Soon we were back in Boise for the home stretch, not only of the time in Idaho but of the entire trip. We mostly ran some last-minute errands and did a bit of swimming at a local pool. By the time we were heading to the airport, I think we were all ready to go. We would reunite with Priya in London before continuing on towards Paris and then Nairobi.

It was a long journey full of so many wonderful experiences. But it was time to go home and return to our routines. And back to work.

St. Paul and on to Indiana

Back to the vacation...

In the second half of July, we made our way to the US. Travel was a bit precarious with massive crowds, cancelled flights, etc. But somehow we were able to make all of our unwieldy connections and get to where we needed to be, more or less when we needed to be there.

 

airport chaos in London

St. Paul

Our first stop is often St. Paul, Minnesota, to see our friend Kathy. This has been built into our itineraries for many years, facilitated by the fact that our flights generally go through MSP airport regardless. Kathy has known our daughters since they were born and has become like an aunt to them. It’s such a wonderful, peaceful place to land after the chaos of international travel – particularly these days.

Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes

As I often say, the Twin Cities is a very livable area. It’s green. People are active and there are loads of well-kept trails for biking, jogging or walking. Lots of things to do. If it had mountains, I would rank it even higher on my livable cities list.

This year, as we anticipated, would be hotter than normal. But after record temperatures in the UK, we were already used to it. Our girls are not strangers to hot weather so they adapt pretty quickly. And we spent quite a bit of time indoors.

downtown St. Paul and the farmers' market

One challenge we faced in our planning was traveling to see family in southern Indiana. When we were looking at flights several months ago, options were few and cost was far higher than normal. We considered our options and, in the end, we decided to drive. Ten-hour drives in the US are relatively easy compared to what they are in Africa. Nonetheless, it’s tiring, particularly with kids.

 

 

Indiana

Given the demands injected into our schedule, we had much less time in Indiana than we normally do. Though there was some down time, each of our stops on this trip sort of felt as though we were on the go all the time. The upside was that we were able to fit so much in. The downside was that we had little time to relax. I suppose if you glance at a few photos, it gives the impression that it was more relaxing than it was. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means. Just busy.

a drink along the Ohio River

I dream of the day that I spend my vacations with less driving and flying. I would like to do more reading, writing, hiking, etc. I think it will be some time away but I anticipate that it’s coming in the next few years. I have a friend that goes on vacation to the US from Kenya and he sets up his family at their home in the US and that’s it. If people want to see them, they come to him. We’re not at that point but it has certainly reduced the amount of time that they spend traveling.

The time in Indiana was enjoyable but wasn’t loaded with big events. We spent Kinaya’s birthday at a water park. We had a lot of quality time with family. Time with the gang was the main thing.

After about ten days in Indiana, we loaded up the car and headed back to Minnesota. As I said, it’s not a bad drive but it’s a lot of the same thing – except for skirting alongside Indianapolis and Chicago urban areas.

After one night in back in St. Paul, we were off to Idaho for a packed week and a half.

The New King

Yesterday Queen Elizabeth passed away. Though I haven’t finished writing about my past vacation (busy focusing on the near-famine conditions in Somalia), I felt the need to writing something about some big events happening over the past few weeks, including the recent passing of the queen. As I am watching footage of King Charles III arriving at Buckingham Palace as king for the first time, I feel a sense of the significance of the times we are in.

In Kenya (coincidentally, where the former Princess Elizabeth received the news that she would be queen back in 1952, eleven years before Kenya would achieve its independence), the country stumbled through an election that, in the end, proved to be relatively peaceful and a transition of power has ensued.

In the UK, after watching the Conservative party wrangling while we were visiting, they also stumbled through a transition of power from Boris Johnson to their new head of government. The queen appointed 15th British prime minister, Liz Truss, at Balmoral Castle in Scotland, only three days ago – just two days before she died (the first and only time she did not receive a new prime minister at Buckingham Palace during her reign). 

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With the exception of my work Twitter account, I am mostly not on social media. I’m not on Facebook, Instagram, etc. I don’t have time and I’ve determined that it’s probably not healthy (my work Twitter account is the exception in that it provides me some important news that I find hard to get elsewhere). But I’ve heard that, combined with the respectful tributes to the fallen monarch, there are loads of harsh and nasty things being said about her. Much of it appears to be the judgement through a present-day lens of a woman who was born in another time. Not to say that what happened during the time that she was queen should be excused, I just think that we need to be careful what we attribute to her when reflecting on her life. She was never responsible for the atrocities of the British Empire nor the ensuing UK foreign policy, both of which are at the core of most of the criticism I’ve heard. She made some mistakes, as we all do, it's just that some of hers were very public.

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As prince, Charles has never been very popular. It will be interesting to see how ascending to the throne might impact his popularity given that most have sort of made up their minds about him. I feel like the Commonwealth has held together largely thanks to the popularity of, and allegiance to, his mother. Scotland’s future in the UK could also be raised again. I guess we'll see. He's ascending to the throne at an age that is nearly a half century older than his mother did so he has less of an opportunity to change the narrative.

On a side note, like most of the world, I never met the queen. I did visit Windsor Castle on a private tour while she was apparently in the castle at the time (didn't bump into her or her dogs unfortunately given that her residence was in a separate part of the castle).

Interestingly, I was scheduled to meet Prince Charles on a video call later this month along with my organization’s CEO and likely a journalist from the BBC to discuss the severe drought in Somalia. Though I’ve received no official communication as of yet, now that he is King Charles, I can assume that this call will not happen. It’s been a lot of work to prepare for a royal virtual visit to a couple of drought-impacted communities, assuring adequate connectivity, etc., but it appears to be all for naught (unless we use it for a different VIP visitor). Would have been cool to say that I spoke to the king but, alas, it's likely not to be.

In any case, Britain has a king for the first time in 70 years and I do wish him the best.

England - Part 2

As usual, the problem with writing about vacation is finding time to do so until it’s over, particularly the way we do vacation. Anyway, I still need to record what we did even though time has passed. So, back to July.

 Our time in the UK didn’t end up providing us much down time. Someday I sincerely hope that it changes. Time to read a book. Watch a movie. Put a puzzle together. Something besides, flying, driving, planning logistics, running errands, etc. We return from vacation far more tired than went we departed.

 

Frozen

A great birthday gift the girls received from their auntie and uncle in the UK was a theatre experience in the West End. London’s West End theatre district, along with New York City's Broadway, is usually considered to represent the highest level of theatre in the English-speaking world. There are 39 theatres and we watched Frozen in the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, the oldest theatre in London dating back 1663. While it would be cool to say we watched a play in a building that old, the current building dates back to 1812. Still quite old.

The theatre itself is beautiful and part of the overall experience. Dozens upon dozens of girls in Elsa and/or Ana outfits. High tea in the restaurant adjacent to the foyer. An expensive treat for little kids who would probably just as well be powering through a Crispy Cream doughnut.

We made our way to our seats in the balcony section. The exquisite theatre setting was contrasted by the Disney-esque audience noisily getting settled. Booster seats provided by request.

I was trying to guess how many theatrical performances I’ve seen in my life (not counting school plays…). More than I originally thought. Most of what I have seen was during my ten years in Europe other than Shakespeare festivals while in the US. We’ve even seen a couple of plays in Nairobi. I would like to do it more, particularly since I have a daughter who aspires to be an actress.

Avid, highbrow theatre goers would likely have a hard time praising a musical that was primarily crafted for children, regardless of the quality of the production. I am neither avid nor highbrow so I am free to judge the experience without pretentiousness. And I thought it was great. It’s not so much the story (though I do enjoy the fact that the male characters play minor roles and the twist at the end which thumbs its nose at the tired romance theme). But the performances were amazing and the sets/special effects were stunning. I saw many with tears at times (grown-ups). It could be that people were more moved to be in a theatre “post”-pandemic, possible making the experience more intense. Certainly not something to take for granted.

 

Chartwell

I love old buildings, mansions, castles (as I mentioned in the previous blog entry). I say so somewhat apologetically given the amount of slavery and abuse that led to their creation and maintenance over the centuries. Growing up in the US, the first castle I ever saw was in Disneyland. Rather pathetic.

Old architecture is rare in America. The oldest castle in the US dates back to the late 17 century (which is older than I would have guessed) but there are relatively few castles overall. It wasn’t until I moved to Europe in the late 1980s that I began my fascination with old architecture. I spent two summers as a tour guide in Europe and I took it upon myself to learn about the various architectural styles over the centuries. I would pop in to random old churches while driving along the European countryside. Admittedly they looked and smelled similar. Usually quite musty. But often, when traveling by myself, I would go in (they were generally unlocked) and just sit. Sometimes read a book, write or just hang out.

Chartwell is the former house of Winston Churchill. The origins of the estate go back to the 14^th century but Churchill didn’t purchase the place until 1922. The property sits in the Kent countryside in southeastern England.

part of a play area that was actually a crater left by a WWII mortar blast

Much of my fascination with the place has to do with the history that took place therein. Chartwell’s visitors were among the most significant names in 20th century history. Albert Einstein, Charlie Chaplin, the Queen Mother, Vivien Leigh, Laurence Olivier, etc. In the 1930s, when Churchill was out of political office, Chartwell became the center of his world. At his dining table, he gathered those who could assist his campaign against the rise of Nazism and German re-armament. In his study, he composed some of his most famous speeches and wrote books; in his garden, he built walls, constructed lakes and painted.

Churchill's painting space, complete with cigar and glass of whisky

Churchill’s painting studio was interesting. His works cover the walls and the place where he painted, complete with a tumbler for his brandy and what appears to be a partially chewed cigar, give you the impression that he would be returning at any moment to pick up where he left off. The paintings themselves reveal a great deal about the man who was arguably one of the most notable figures of the 20^th century.

Oxford

Continuing the theme of old buildings, my sister- and mother-in-law made a trek to Oxford for the better part of a day. Liz had booked a tour which was how we spent the better part of our time while we were there. They also had a couple of friends from their time in India who lived there so we met up with them in an old bookshop and had a coffee together.

This was my first time to Oxford. I visited Cambridge many years ago but never Oxford. Both places are steeped in history though the latter can make the claim as being the oldest university in the English-speaking world, with evidence of teaching going back to the 11^th century.

Cambridge is actually an offshoot of Oxford, starting in the 13^th century. Still ancient, but less so. During the tour, the guide never mentioned Cambridge by name, rather referring to it as the other university.

Wadham chapel

interesting architecture

Given that it was summer, it was teeming with tourists. I suppose when school is in session, you might get more of the feel of academia. I should say that on the train to Oxford, across from me sat two men who were debating some scientific topic, occasionally defending their points on a notepad on the fold-down table in front of them. It’s the kind of thing you would think you would see on a train to Oxford but then think no, that would be too cliché.

well-centered pigeon, if I may say

The university is made up of thirty-nine semi-autonomous constituent colleges. A total of 69 Nobel prize-winners have studied or taught at Oxford, with prizes won in all six categories. It has educated a wide range of notable alumni, including 28 prime ministers of the United Kingdom and many heads of state and government around the world. And my favorite Oxonian, Mr. Bean (Rowan Atkinson).

We were able to visit one of the colleges, Wadham, which apparently isn’t that easy to do on your own. Because we were on a tour, it was possible. It was cool to get a taste of the Oxford experience and sort of makes you think that it’s something you should aspire to. Which I never did. I wasn’t very bookish until I moved to Europe, well after my less-than-inspiring undergraduate experience.

 

Harry Potter

It’s quite clear that our activities in England were varied in nature. It’s something that comes naturally when you’re traveling with children. One day Oxford. The next Harry Potter. Hever Castle. Then Frozen. As I mentioned when I discussed Frozen, there was far most sophistication to our chosen children’s activities than one would think.

By Harry Potter, I mean the Warner Bros. Studio outside of London where the movies were made. The facility itself has an interesting history. In fact the studio is in the former Leavesden Aerodrome, a British airfield created in 1940 in the tiny village of Leavesden, between Watford and Abbots Langley, in Hertfordshire. It was an important center for aircraft production during World War II. By the end of the war Leavesden Airfield was, by volume, the largest factory in the world. After the war, however, the facility changed hands multiple times (including hosting Rolls Royce) and eventually fell into disrepair. In 1994 it was purchased for the filming of the James Bond moving Golden Eye. From there it served as the studio for several blockbuster films before the Harry Potter movies which began in 1999, the most successful movie series in cinema history.

the main hall

interactive green screen area

The tour is, in fact, a walking visit of the studios where the films were made. It’s pretty amazing, whether you’re a Potter fan or not. We’ve gone through all the books as a family, and most of the movies, and it certainly makes it more interesting if you have. But the technology behind the films is impressive. Robotics. The masks. Green screen. The sets. Etc. All of it is there and much of it is interactive, including the green screen where you can experience how it works.

impressive artwork that went into the sets

The one thing that I thought early on is that it might be a massive spoiler for fans, primarily kids. By showing the sets, the technology behind the animation, etc., I wondered whether it would take away some of the wonder that the movies inspired. Our children first and foremost were caught up in the fascination of the books. The movies came much later. But between the two, it inspired hours and hours of their playtime as they took on roles of characters and imagined themselves in that world. By pulling back the curtain on the creative force behind the films, I wondered if it would not only serve to demystify the stories.

cool masks

amazing effort put into the sets

other than the masks/animation, this was my favorite - complete with animated dragon destroying the above bank (two separate sets obviously)

After the self-paced, interactive walking tour, which is particularly well done by the way, we spent some time chatting with the kids about the experience and whether or not that aspect disappointed them. Though they agreed that it was the case to some degree, they also said that it amplified their fascination in other ways. They seem to have a deeper understanding than I gave them credit for of that line of distinction between reality and that the need to willfully suspend one’s rational thoughts in order to enthusiastically take part in a shared imagination. Because make believe worlds are a part of their daily lives (for now), and they regularly need to flip back and forth (ex. when disrupted by the need to come to dinner), they’re much better at it than adults are. One other positive aspect was that Kiran said that she liked the fact that it made some of the scary parts less scary. So overall, not much harm was done to the “magic” of the stories.

The one reality that was inescapable was leaving the air-conditioned studios and heading out into the sweltering temperatures of London. In fact, that day (July 19) temperatures reached a new UK record of 40 degrees centigrade (104 F).

 

Sky Garden

I tend not to like traveling to tourist destinations during peak seasons. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and you just need to throw yourself into it and deal with it. There are some things you can do to mitigate it by attempting to be in tourist areas at non-peak times of the day or days of the week. In a place like London, you can compound the problem by combining rush hour with peak tourism and then throw in record temperatures to make it rather miserable.

There were a few times that I thought we could have done things differently in retrospect but generally speaking, I think we navigated it pretty well. One thing we learned is that public transportation in non-peak hours is cheaper. And, trains are a bit less crowded.

Such was the case when we visited the Sky Garden. This is a relatively new attraction (since 2017) located at the top of a skyscraper in the historic City of London. The building where the Garden is located has been nicknamed “the Walkie-Talkie” given that its shape is similar to a two-way radio handset.

the Chard

the Tower of London

The Sky Garden is a large, free, public viewing space complete with lush gardens and a couple of cafes. It offers stunning views of the city, looking almost straight down at the Thames, the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, etc. The queues to access the lift to the top (36-38^th floors) are generally long but, generally speaking, I think it’s worth the wait. The views are stunning. We were up there on a clear day which helped. Unfortunately, we had to keep the visit short. Otherwise, I think I would have been quite happy to sit and enjoy and overpriced drink overlooking one of my favorite cities.