Mine Markers– Why do I do it?


A mining claim marker standing silently for decades capturing and killing birds

When we look around the world these days, we see many problems that need to be fixed and we want to help. As individuals, however, most things are too big for one person to fix alone. On our own, we can’t fix global climate change; we can’t fix poverty; we can’t fix world hunger.

So we find little things where we can make a difference. I watch birds, so I am in tune with problems facing birds. For example, most species of migratory song birds in North America have experienced large population declines in the last 50 years, some declining as much as 90%. Researchers attribute much of this decline to habitat loss on the wintering grounds in South America, and a combination of habitat loss and mortality during the breeding season in North America.

This is too big for me alone to fix.

There are, however, small things that I can do to help the birds. So far as I know, the only population of Inca Doves in Las Vegas lives around my yard. They used to be widespread in southern Nevada, but now you have to go to southern Arizona to find very many of them. I feed and water the birds every day trying to support my little population.

I’m a hiker, and in the last few years, I became aware of another problem that is harming birds. In the western United States, we have about 1 million hollow mining claim markers. Our migratory, cavity nesting birds see these markers and drop in to investigate them as a possible nest site. Unfortunately, they never come out. Knocking down mine markers is something I can do while hiking to make the world a better place for birds.


Volunteers in Gold Butte taking down a mining claim marker

When I started knocking down markers, I found many dead birds and became appalled by the situation. Now it has become a quest to knock down markers and save birds.

In Gold Butte, I’ve spearheaded efforts to knock down hollow mining claim markers. Our team was assigned (by the BLM and NDOW) 508 Quarter Sections in Gold Butte to search for mine markers. A Section is a square 1 mile on a side, so a Quarter Section is square, 1/2 miles on a side. A square 1/2 miles on a side is a lot of land!


Volunteer in Gold Butte after taking down a mining claim marker

During late 2015 through 2016, the team searched 456 Quarter Sections and found 289 markers, of which 112 were already down, so we knocked down 177 upright markers. In those upright markers, we found the remains of 342 dead birds, 23 dead mammals (including 4 bats), 19 lizards, and tens of thousands of dead insects (mostly bees and beetles). One marker contained 41 dead birds. Most of the dead birds were Ash-throated Flycatchers, but we found 21 wrens (Canyon, Rock, and Cactus), 10 Western Screech Owls, 1 Ladder-backed Woodpecker, and even 1 European Starling.

We will keep working until the remaining 52 Quarter Sections are cleared, although most of these are on the steep, forested, highest ridges of Virgin Peak and probably will be searched by the BLM using a helicopter during the start of next fire season.

Mining claim markers are a big problem, but this is something I can do to make a difference on my own. We can each make a difference working alone.


Contents of a mining claim marker: one mummified Ash-throated Flycatcher and eight Ash-throated Flycatcher skulls


Contents of a mining claim marker: decomposed remains of about 20 Ash-throated Flycatchers

October Birding on Mt. Charleston with Red Rock Audubon

On a cool mid-October morning, with extreme high winds in the forecast, I led a group of nine birders into the mountains to see what we could see at this time of year. Seven of us were local Red Rock Audubon-ers, and we had two out-of-state visitors (one from Ohio and another from Texas).

We drove up Lee Canyon Road talking about the ecology of desert vegetation zones as they change with elevation, then turned onto the Mack’s Canyon Road and took the 4-mile dirt road through the Pinyon-Juniper Forest. The lightly maintained road was fine, such as a narrow, winding road can be while traversing hillsides with steep drop-offs and grand views north across the Nevada Test Site.

When we had climbed into a forest of Ponderosa Pine and White Fir, we stopped at Mack’s Spring. We were glad to find that water was still flowing this late in the year (despite 10 years of drought), and we found lots of wind, but birds were not to be seen. Disappointed, I figured that the wind and cold were keeping them away — and I feared that another “bird-and-hike” would be a birding bust. We did hear something barking in the woods, which we attributed to a squirrel, and we saw a Townsend’s Solitaire and three Dark-eyed Juncos, but who wants to drive that far and see only a handful of birds?

Trying to save the day, we shifted from birding to hiking and started up Mack’s Canyon where we started seeing Bristlecone Pines and lots of just-past-bloom Rubber Rabbitbrush. We also started seeing birds and stumbled into a fairly large mixed flock of Audubon’s Yellow-rumped Warblers, Mountain Chickadees, and Pygmy Nuthatches. Interestingly, the flock came from the direction of the spring and were quickly moving farther up the canyon.

After the flock had passed by us, we decided to salvage the birding by moving to Deer Creek Picnic Area and giving that area a try. Returning to the spring, we realized that the area was now full of birds with lots of Townsend’s Solitaire and Cassin’s Finches. A Brown Creeper came in and gave us a nice, close look while it hunted on “our side” of the tree. Ruby-crowned Kinglets, Pygmy Nuthatches, and Yellow-rumps came in for baths (the kinglets showed off their damp ruby crowns). We were most impressed by the large number of Solitaires all in one place — as many as four Solitaires in the binoculars at one time. Perhaps Solitaires aren’t so solitary during fall migration? Also, with so many Townsend’s Solitaires, we realized that our “squirrel barking in the woods” was actually the call of a Townsend’s Solitaire. We did, however, see four Mt. Charleston (Palmer’s) Chipmunks and one Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel, plus one 4-point buck Mule Deer.



Audubon Birders at Mack’s Spring


Audubon Birders at Mack’s Spring

We used up our “Deer Creek” time at Mack’s Spring, but all decided to stay a little longer and visit Deer Creek Picnic Area anyways. We drove over and started up the trail. The pond at the bottom was dry, but soon we saw water trickling in the streambed. Just after passing a noisy group of kids playing in the water, we started seeing them again: lots of Townsend’s Solitaire! We counted 10, and we saw most of them at the same time!


We saw three species of woodpeckers: Red-naped Sapsucker, Northern Flicker, and something that we called a Downy Woodpecker because of its small bill, but we now think it was a Hairy Woodpecker with a shorter than average bill. We also saw one Cedar Waxwing — who’s ever seen just one Cedar Waxwing?

We birded Deer Creek for only an hour, but before we left, we heard that squirrel barking in the woods again, but this time we saw a Mt. Charleston Chipmunk on the hillside flicking its tail in time with the bark. I wonder if he was trying to confuse us or the Townsend’s Solitaire?


Audubon Birders in Deer Creek Picnic Area



Mack’s Canyon

Deer Creek

Northern Flicker 1 2
Red-naped Sapsucker 0 2
Hairy Woodpecker 0 1
Clark’s Nutcracker 1 0
Common Raven 1 1
Mountain Chickadee 2 1
Pygmy Nuthatch 6 0
Brown Creeper 1 2
Ruby-crowned Kinglet 3 2
Townsend’s Solitaire 6 10
American Robin 0 2
Cedar Waxwing 0 1
Yellow-rumped Warbler 15 1
Dark-eyed Junco 3 0
Cassin’s Finch 15 0

The Quest Survives

On August 18, 2016, I began what I hoped would be a 21-day thru-hike of the John Muir Trail (JMT) totaling some 245 miles without resupply, or at the least, I would do the final 43-mile section of my 40-some-year quest to finish the JMT.

I started at Horseshoe Meadow (10,000 ft elevation) with a heavy pack, but the altitude didn’t affect me too much and I was moving well. On the 4th day, I summited Mt. Whitney (14,505 ft elevation; highest peak in the lower 48 states) from the west side. I’d done it before from the east side, so this was a new route for me. It felt good to make the summit with surprisingly little effort.


Summit of Mt. Whitney (Red John and Steve from MN made a flag)

The 5th day seemed long and hard, although I rested for a couple of hours at midday waiting in a valley bottom for an thunder storm to pass by. I hiked into the late evening, and when I slid into my sleeping bag, I noticed a sore spot on the front of my right shin. Little did I know, it was the start of shin splints, which I’d never experienced.

On day 6, my shin hurt with every step as I hobbled over the highest pass on the JMT. At 13,153 feet, Forrester Pass is high and steep, and although I was moving, I needed to stop at every stream crossing to soak and numb my shin in the near-freezing water. On the way down the other side (going down was more painful), some friendly hikers gave me two 800-mg ibuprofen tablets. Half of one, plus more freezing water and leaning heavily on my trekking poles, helped me finish the 10-mile day, but I was beat and discouraged from the pain.


Soaking my leg in near-freezing lake water

I decided to make day 7 a short, easy day to let my leg rest, but by lunchtime, I decided that I needed to get out and sent Liz a satellite message to please come and pick me up. With the aid of cold water, trekking poles, and drugs, I could move, so I decided that I needed to move while I could. I spent the rest of the day hobbling over several more miles.

The next day, the 8th and last day, I hiked over Kearsarge Pass, a relatively easy pass at only 11,709 feet elevation, and down to the Onion Valley Trailhead (9,185 ft). Liz arrived shortly before I arrived at the trailhead, and it was quite a sight to come around a corner on the trail and see her coming up with an empty backpack to help me carry the load the rest of the way down.


Liz coming up the trail!

So although I hiked some 70 miles, I left 12 miles — only 12 of 211 — of the JMT undone. I came so close to finishing the quest that I started in 1973. Maybe it is good to leave a quest incomplete: now I have something to look forward to next year.


Done: Onion Valley Trailhead

After thoughts: Five days post hike: the shin is still unhappy but I can walk more-or-less normally. After about two weeks, my shin was more-or-less back to normal. Five months later, I’ve done a lot of hard hiking, but I not had any problem with the shin.


Results of the 2016 Trip relative to the Previous Hikes

Working on the Bucket List — John Muir Trail 2016

Over the last several years, as Liz and I have gotten older, we have been working on our Bucket List items.

  • Jim retires by 50 years of age — check
  • Jim and Liz bird Newfoundland seabird colonies — check
  • Jim and Liz visit Missouri Botanical Gardens — check
  • Jim and Liz bird the Alaska Marine Ferry to at least Juneau — check
  • Jim and Liz hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back — check
  • Jim finishes the John Muir Trail (JMT)

We are getting close to the end of the list. Sure, some items have been forgotten and others will be added, but “Jim finishes the John Muir Trail” is next up.

The  John Muir Trail (JMT) is a popular trail in the Sierra Nevada Mountains of California that runs through some of the most scenic terrain in the United States. The trail was named to honor John Muir, a preeminent, late 19th century conservationist who was a driving force behind establishing Yosemite National Park and other conservation areas in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, an effort that resulted in establishment the “Sierra” Club. Planning for the trail began in the 1900s, and construction began in 1915, the year after Muir’s death.


Map of My History and 2016 Goals for the John Muir Trail

Completed in 1938, the John Muir Trail runs from the bottom of Yosemite Valley (Happy Isles; 4,100 ft elevation) north to Tuolumne Meadows (8,600 ft elevation; where John Muir first learned to love these mountains), and then south through high country (35% of the trail is over 10,000 feet elevation) to the summit of Mt. Whitney (14,505 ft elevation; highest point in the continental United States). The trail was originally 212 miles, but rerouting over the years has added a few miles, so now it seems to be 214 based on GPS tracks with careful editing using Google Earth images. In addition, the trail technically ends atop Mt. Whitney, and hikers still need to hike at least 11 miles farther to reach civilization, so as a technical matter, hikers doing the entire trail need to hike 225 miles.

The bucket-list item reads “Jim finishes the John Muir Trail” — that implies Jim tried but didn’t finish before?

Cathedral Peak.jpg

First time on the JMT (Tuolumne Meadows, Yosemite, near Cathedral Peak, circa 1972)

Well, not exactly. In 1973 when I was 15, between my freshmen and sophomore years in high school, I hiked with a high school friend named Tom (last name lost to history) from Rock Creek to Yosemite Valley, a total of about 102 miles in 30 days, and about 88 miles on the JMT.

The following year, in 1974 at age 16, between my high school sophomore and junior years, I hiked with Steve Ponting (another high school friend) from Kings Canyon to Rock Creek (113 miles). I then walked back into the wilderness alone and hiked farther north to Reds Meadow (43 miles), a total of 156 miles in 32 days, and about 111 miles on the JMT.

So, in those two years, I did about 199 miles on the JMT, but there was some overlap, so I’ve only done a total of 171 JMT miles. The entire trail is 214, so I’ve not walked on 43 miles of the JMT.

Actually, it isn’t quite that simple, as I’ve hiked several times on parts of the JMT. In 2008, I hiked with Liz and my sister and her family from Mammoth to Tuolumne Meadows (about 35 miles), and during several years Liz and I hiked various routes from Tuolumne Meadows to Yosemite Valley (25-35 miles each). In 2005, we did the traditional JMT route from Tuolumne Meadows to Yosemite Valley. Thus, in total I’ve walked about 300 JMT miles, but those 43 un-walked miles still hang on me.

After hiking during my high-school summers of 1973 and 1974, life got busy (working in the mountains of northern Idaho; 1975 and 1976) and I drifted into other endeavors (e.g., climbing the big walls in Yosemite; 1977; hiking in northern Alaska 1978), but I’ve always planned to go back to the Sierras and finish the southern 43 miles of the JMT. I’ve thought about thru-hiking the entire trail, I’ve thought about just doing the minimal 43-mile section, and I’ve thought about doing it all again in sections.

This summer, I’m hiking the entire trail from a bit south of Mt. Whitney to Yosemite Valley (242 miles).

Hiking from south to north, the trail starts over Mt. Whitney, but it is very difficult to get permits for that section, so I’ll start at the next trailhead south where it is easy to get walk-up permits. Permits for these mountains are “entry permits,” so once a hiker enters, they can go more-or-less anywhere for as long as they want, and that is my plan.

I’ll leave during the third week of August, entering west of Lone Pine, California, at the Cottonwood Pass Trailhead. From there, I’ll head north about 20 miles to meet the JMT near Crabtree Meadows and climb Mt. Whitney (14,500 ft) from the west side as a day-hike. This will be my second ascent of our highest mountain (first in 2002), but the first from the west side.

From the summit of Mt. Whitney, I’ll turn around and hike north 43 miles to Woods Creek, the point where I joined the JMT in 1974 (starting from Kings Canyon). I’ll then continue north 86 miles to Mono Creek, the point where I joined the JMT in 1973. From there, I’ll keep hiking north to Reds Meadows, another 28 miles, to where I ended in 1974. Continuing north, I walk another 60 miles all the way to Yosemite Valley, completing the entire JMT in one run — but we’ll see how it goes

I’ll be carrying a SPOT device, which allows me use the satellite phone system to send geo-referenced pre-recorded messages from the trail. Visitors can follow my progress by opening my SPOT webpage where messages will be displayed on a map. I hope to start hiking slowly until I get my mountain lungs and legs, then pick up the pace — I’ll need to average about 10 miles per day to reach Yosemite Valley in 24 days.

I’m excited!

[Postscript: I failed to complete my quest, but be sure to read about the details.

Trip to Washington, D.C., for Public Lands

June 14, Tuesday — Las Vegas to Washington DC

Up early with Liz who dropped me at the airport about 3:30 for a 6:00 am flight. The flight to Denver was uneventful, but it was nice seeing my territory from the air. We even flew over Gold Butte and I got photos of the Colorado River delta at Lake Mead.


Scheduled to fly


Departing Las Vegas (view north)


Nice view of the neighborhood (view east)


Flying over southern Gold Butte (view south)


North Rim of the Grand Canyon (view south)


Colorado River and Navajo Mountain (view south)


Rocky Mountains, Colorado (view south)


Leaving the western mountains and entering the Great Plains (view south)


Landing at Denver Airport


Flight delays


Clouds over middle America


Landing in Washington, D.C.

In Denver, the flight to DC was delayed about 2 hours. I spent about one of those hours hiking a loop on our concourse. Departing Denver, the land was different and I couldn’t figure out where we were. I got lots of landscape photos, but the Mississippi River was the only one where I recognized features on the ground.


It pains me to even say the name of this airport


Riding the train into D.C. (Washington Monument out the window (view northwest)

In DC, I bought a card and took the metro to near the hotel. Unfortunately, there were several exits from the subway, and I took the one that gave me the longest walk. At least I got to see some of Chinatown.


Comfortable bed at the Courtyard Marriott

I found the hotel, Courtyard Marriott at F and 9th and got checked in. The day had seemed long and draining, even though I’d done nothing, but perhaps the 2:45 wake up was getting to me. In the room, I relaxed a few minutes, then did a FaceBook check-in to let the world know I’d arrived. To my surprise, Annette Magnus responded to my post with a “come downstairs and meet me for dinner.” No to pass up an offer like that, we had a great chance to chat and catch up on what we’d been doing back in Las Vegas and some information about what we’d be doing here.

Back in the room, I did more social media, cleared out the email, read a bit, and hit the sack about 10:00 pm. It was getting late here, but that was on 7:00 pm “brain” time, but even so I conked out for the duration.

June 15, Wednesday — Washington DC

I decided to skip breakfast so I could sleep an extra hour and got up about 7:30 am. By 8:00 am I was out the door and heading to the Pew offices just around the corner. It was convenient that they put us up in an adjoining building.

The morning meeting was a pep talk and rehearsals for the day ahead, and although they had coffee, there were no snacks, so I struck out on my skipping breakfast gamble.

After the meetings, we piled into two cabs and headed to the Dirkson Senate Building. First things first, we got lunch in the basement (philly cheese steak), then headed upstairs to Senator Heller’s office.

After a polite wait, Jeremy Harrell took us into a meeting room where we had an interesting discussion about northern Nevada land bills (the Senator is moving them along) and Gold Butte. The Senator is opposed to designation as a National Monument, but is interested in a second Clark County Lands Bill. We shall see how things go. But anyways, I went away thinking that Heller isn’t really the devil I make him out to be.

From Heller’s office, our contingent walked across the street to the Capitol Building where, after several layers of security, we go into Senator Reid’s office. We were met by Sara and Timothy and had a nice chat, then the Senator came in and spent about 3 minutes apologizing for why he couldn’t meet with us. We finished the meeting with Sara.

Four of us spent about an hour walking on the National Mall and visiting the Botanical Garden.

Back to Dirkson for a 2-hour reception. Nice chance to chat with lots of people working on lots of different land campaigns. Highlights included the VetsVoices guys (Steve and Garrett) and the GB Working Group voices I head on the weekly phone conversations.

Back to the hotel for writing and social media, then to bed late at about 11:15 pm. At least I’m sleeping in until 8:00 am.

June 16, Thursday — Washington DC

Breakfast with the crew, then off to Dina Titus’ office (Titus and Ben Rosenbaum). We had a nice chat and she said there was a chance the monument would be paired with Stonewall and declared within a month. That would be exciting. Titus seemed tired.

From there, we took a cab to CEQ across the street from the White House. Good meeting with Sally Hardin (Michael Degnan couldn’t make it), but not remarkable. Photos in front of the White House.

Walked a few blocks to the DOI building. Got there early and stopped for lunch. I didn’t eat, but the AC was nice on a hot, humid day.

We had a 1-hour delay, so we walked to the Washington Monument and back. The DOI building looked old and tired, and the restroom felt like an old visitor center restroom. Good meeting with Nikki Buffa, but she suggested Gold Butte might be set aside due to fears of armed insurrection (not another Malheur Sec. Jewel says). Nikki was interested in the northern boundary issue, but suggested that I needed to chat with Reid’s office (Carrie set up the meeting for tomorrow).

After the meetings, we returned to the hotel and left our bags, then Patrick and I went to the National Museum of the American Indian. It was an interesting cultural experience to visit the museum with a member of the Santa Clara Pueblo. Patrick showed me around exhibits of his people. He was so excited to share, and I was so eager to learn.

Took cab to Vietnam Veterans Memorial and walked a bit. Brought back powerful emotions from when I was a young man. We took a long walk on the mall, then cabbed back to the hotel.

Dinner alone in the hotel restaurant, then social media and to bed late.

June 17, Friday — Washington DC to Las Vegas

Had a hard time sleeping. Stayed awake thinking about the meeting in the morning. Got enough sleep in parts, and could have stayed up at 5 am, but got up about 8:30 am. Breakfast at the hotel buffet, then checked out about 10:00 am leaving $10 in the room.

I walked a bit more than a mile to the Hart Senate Building. It was warm and humid outside, but the morning was fresh and it was nice to walk, get some exercise, and see the people (first obviously homeless people), birds (mostly robins, starlings, and house sparrows), and Eastern Gray Squirrels (seemed to be a lot of Sciurids out this morning. It had rained overnight, so there was wetness in places, and that added to the humidity.

I arrived at the Hart Senate Office Building about 10:30 am. Thought about relaxing outside, but decided to cool off and dry out inside. Met Sara Moffit and Thomas (Tim? the BLM intern) in Reid’s office (#522) at 11:00 am and talked about map issues regarding the northern boundary. I wanted to make sure they knew about the Mud Spire area and how that would make a nice site for the Visitor Center, but willing to compromise in other areas. Matching boundaries with Parashant make some sense, and I really don’t want to give away the Bunkerville Ridge area. It sounds like DOI is really afraid of antagonizing Bundy, and Reid may have to give a little to keep a lot. DOI is talking about pulling the boundary back to Whitney Pocket, which would be a real tragedy, but Sara says this is just the first whack at the ball and Reid will try to get it all if he can.

Sara also said that Reid had tried to get “garden valley” twice before in the 2000 and 2006 Lincoln County bills, but it didn’ts work that time. This gives data points to the story that Basin and Range didn’t come out of nowhere. There was 15 years of work put into the project, but I still wonder why the conservation community didn’t rally the first two times.

After the meeting, I walked over to the capital and got a few photos with the Gold Butte sign, then walked all the way to the Lincoln Memorial.

Along the way, I toured the Botanical Gardens again. It is such a cool place (actually hot and very humid) with Gray Catbirds, Red-wing Blackbirds, and Song sparrows inside. The cactus section was closed for roof repairs, which is disappointing because I wanted to use the Gold Butte sign with the cactus. I did get some nice orchid and other photos for Liz. Maybe it is time to visit Washington again.

Walked up to the Washington Monument, then on down to the WWII memorial. It was interesting, but without the features I expected (no tanks). There was a nice pond with fountains, lots of stars, and a pillar for each state and territory.

Continued along the Reflecting Pool to the Lincoln Memorial. Stopped about where MLK gave his “I Have a Dream” speech. For such a powerful place, it was interesting that there was no marker in the flagstones memorializing the event. I’ll have to pay more attention to photos from the event to see exactly where he stood (on his platform). Sitting on the plane next to a Black lady and an Asian lady, I think about how far we’ve come — yet how far we have to go.

Inside the memorial I was one of hundreds of people taking photos and contemplating the events that led to this memorial. I started to read the 2nd inaugural speech on the wall, but decided I needed to get going. There are a lot of steep steps up to the memorial, and as I was leaving, an elderly man was taking his last, wavering, step upwards. I offered him a hand to steady his last step, but he smiled and wanted to do it on his own. I guess it was an event for him too. He was dark skinned and I didn’t think black, but maybe so.

From there, I hustled back up the Mall, following along the shaded walk on the other side of the Reflecting Pool. I stopped to set off SPOT between the Reflecting Pool and the WWII memorial, then hiked on to near the Smithsonian. There I detoured right and walk out Independence Ave to 7th, then down to the L’Enfant Plaza to catch the subway to the airport. I had hiked pretty hard and was soaked in sweat by the time I got to the subway.

I found my way to the subway with the kindness of strangers, and after getting off the train, I gave my left-over card with $5.60 left on it to the ticketing guy who was helping tourists buy tickets. I asked him to give it to someone who needed it, perhaps a single mother or a vet, and he suggested a homeless person. I got the impression that I wasn’t the first to give away my card before departing, but that it was an uncommon event. The ticket agent seemed surprised and delighted to have it.

The airport was really crowded, so I’m glad a saved one last clean shirt for the trip home. Everything worked out and the flight departed on time for Charlotte, which was only 45 minutes away, but took twice that long just because of taxi out and taxi in time.

Charlotte was much more peaceful, and we departed there on time too. We chased the setting sun all the way to the middle of Arkansas, and even now more than an hour farther west (western Oklahoma [got tracks]), we still have a grand glow of orange on the horizon as we are passing what looks like a great salt flat with a small lake; I wonder is this is the place we visited at the Prairie Chicken Festival.

We are now in the northeast corner NM and we still have sunset orange in the northwest sky (other side of the plane). Out my window, it is essentially dark with lots of lights on the ground in places but not here. We also have a nearly full moon tonight. A bit farther along, I can see the lights of ABQ in the distance coming out from behind the Sandia Crest,

Looking forward to getting home and seeing Liz.

Overseas Travel and Urban Birding — Part 2: Germany


April 27, Wednesday — Train from England to Germany

We had an early train and needed to be at the train station a bit before 6 am. The train station was not far from the flat, but we needed to catch a bus to the subway, then the subway to the train station without error to get there on time. To help us on our way, Cathy got up early and rode with us to the train station to ensure we got there on time. It turned out that the bus would be late, so we walked to the subway. Cathy stayed until we headed into security and customs, then she waved us off on our way to Germany and was gone.

Our EuroStar train departed from the London St. Pancras International Train Station at 06:50 hrs. We made it through security, much like an American airport except you keep your shoes on, and through French customs (what happened to open EU borders?) where I got a serious pat-down.

We switched trains 3 times, always making the connection, but all were fairly tight. It is a good thing the stations were compact and the schedules are good. On the first leg, we sat in a 6-seat isolated compartment that felt like a fishbowl; I wondered what the other passengers thought as they walked past to take their regular seats. At one stop (there were few), a German guy got on and came in with us. He was friendly enough, but it was easy to see that he wanted a quiet compartment to sleep.


From London, we headed southeast towards Dover, where we’d been before, but on a slightly different route. At some point, I decided to take photos of the countryside before we descended into the Chunnel (the tunnel under the English Channel). I shot one, then we went into a tunnel as we had done before to cross under rivers. However, after several minutes, we realized that we were inside the Chunnel, and after about 20 minutes, we emerged into the sunlight on the rolling plains of coastal France.


Last view of England (Folkestone; view NW)


First view of France (Calais; view NW


French farming countryside (Campagne-les-Guines)


Brussels Midi Train Station

From London, it took about 2-1/2 hours to get to Brussels, Belgium, and the day had gone from sunny to heavy clouds and cold. In Brussels, we had 15 minutes to find our next train, and fortunately it was fairly easy to find our way.

Departing Brussels towards Köln, Germany, the weather went from cloudy to rainy, to snowing. It was unseasonably cold in all of western Europe — the climate is changing here too. It took 2-1/4 hours to get to Köln and when we could, the engineer didn’t waste any time. The fastest speed I noticed on the GPS was 143 mph, but it recorded speeds to 192 mph in France (many miles in the 180+ range) and 196 mph in Belgium. In Germany, the train didn’t go faster than 120 mph, and most of the trip was below 100 mph.


In Köln, we had a relaxing 30 minutes to catch the next train, but not speaking the language, we hustled through the station and got on the next train as soon as it arrived. From there, the route turned more northeast and ran 3 hours to Hanover, Germany.

By the time we got to Hanover, we had figured out the patterns on our German-language train ticket, finding the proper trains, the proper cars, and the proper seats. However, in Hanover, we apparently switched from the continental trail system to the commuter train system, and the text on our ticket made no sense this time — and we only had 20 minutes to figure it out. We checked the signs and got to where we thought we were going, but we weren’t sure. We asked a few fellow passengers if they spoke English (none did) or if they could read our ticket and help (none could).

While Liz and I were fretting about where to go, I noticed one of the men I’d asked staring at us. When he caught my eye, he pointed vigorously towards a woman standing nearby. I wasn’t sure what he intended, but as I moved towards the woman he grinned in approval. I asked her if she spoke English, and she said only a little, and I showed her my ticket. She looked it over and said “Yes, this is my train; follow me when I get on.” When the train approached, she looked over to make sure we were paying attention, then she stepped on while looking back at us.

We got on the train, which was crowed with commuters, found seats, and started looking at route information inside the train. The train left the station and before too long the same lady came walking by — checking everyone’s ticket. She was the conductor! When she said “This is my train,” she really meant it.

The train made several stop on the way north towards Walsrode (vals-ROW-day). On this slower train, we had better opportunity to see birds, and the birds of the day were White Storks foraging in a farm field. When we arrived in Walsrode, Anita and Jürgen were waiting for us on the landing and Anita was so excited when she saw us get off–it was quite a warm welcome.

Walsrode is a town of about 25,000 people with roots dating to before 986 AD. Much of the old city structures were destroyed during the 30-years War (1626) and a big fire (1757), but some older structures remain. The city is surrounded by forest and agricultural lands, and Anita and Jürgen live about 15 minutes west of town in the village of Hamwiede (Hum-VEE-day).


We saw few birds along the way, but we did see five White Storks in a field. Anita and  met us at the train station in Walsrode and took us to their home in the village of Hamwiede.

The house is great, a converted 180-year-old barn, and they feed the birds! An ancient apple tree in the backyard is slowly dying – with a rotten trunk where the birds fly in for food and cover. We got to see Eurasian Blue Tit, Great Tit, Eurasian Nuthatch, Common Chaffinch, Eurasian Bullfinch, and European Greenfinch right out the window. Three cats live with Anita and Jürgen; the  princess Paulina, Emma, and young Footsie.

April 28, Thursday — Hiking in the Local Moor

Anita and Jürgen took us for a nice, 3-km walk around the local moor, Grundloses Moor, an area of peat bogs and lakes. The area was entirely peat bog, but they mined the peat for fuel in the old days, and the areas where they removed peat became ponds. The peat probably is reforming on the bottom and edges, but in the mean time, the landscape provides a nice mix of timber, boggy flats, ponds, and one larger lake, Grundloser See that is a residual ice age lake.


It was pretty cold, but we had a nice mix of sun and light rain, and it only snowed a bit. We saw several species of birds, but didn’t really take the time to birdwatch. With her bionic ears, Liz located the best bird of the day: Eurasian Treecreeper. Other new birds we recorded were: 10 Willow Warbler, Common Chaffinch, Common Wood-Pigeon. We also saw 15 Barn Swallow, 3 Green-winged Teal, and 1 Mallard, all of which are the same species we have in North America.

We liked the creative “symbol signs” along the trail (and elsewhere along our travels). One here showed a squirrel with a flaming tail, which we interpret to mean “don’t light squirrel tails on fire,” but the inscription read ‘Waldbrandgefahr,’ which means “forest fire hazard.”


Back at the house, the bird feeder entertained us endlessly: 2 Common Wood-Pigeon, 1 Great Spotted Woodpecker, 2 Coal Tit, 5 Eurasian Blue Tit, 5 Great Tit, 1 Eurasian Nuthatch, 3 Eurasian Blackbird, 2 Eurasian Bullfinch, 2 Hawfinch, 2 Eurasian Tree Sparrow.

April 29, Friday — Hamwiede and Walsrode

After a great breakfast, Liz and I walked around the village (Hamwiede) for two hours and had mixed sun (warm) and clouds (clouds and wind). The habitat was a diverse mix of farm fields and woods, and the birding turned out to be pretty good. We saw lots of species, including: Eurasian Marsh-Harrier 1, Eurasian Sparrowhawk 1, Common Buzzard 2, Common Wood-Pigeon, Eurasian Magpie, Carrion Crow, Barn Swallow, Eurasian Blue Tit, Long-tailed Tit, Eurasian Nuthatch, Eurasian Wren, Willow Warbler, Eurasian Blackcap, European Robin, Eurasian Blackbird, Mistle Thrush, European Starling, Dunnock, and White Wagtail.


Later, Anita took us to the main town (Walsrode) so she could mail out some work that she’d finished up. After visiting the post office (inside a hardware store like is often the case in the US), she took us on a tour of town that included walking around the historic parts of town, an urban park, and in a wooded park with lakes. The day remained cool, breezy, and partly cloudy with some drizzling rain.

The bird list for the trip included: Graylag Goose, Gray Heron, Eurasian Coot, Rock Pigeon (Feral Pigeon), Common Wood-Pigeon, Great Spotted Woodpecker, Eurasian Blue Tit, Great Tit, Common Chiffchaff, Eurasian Blackcap, Eurasian Blackbird, European Starling, White Wagtail, Common Chaffinch, Eurasian Bullfinch, European Greenfinch, Hawfinch, House Sparrow, Eurasian Tree Sparrow.

April 30, Saturday — Harz Mountains in the former East Germany

Today is May Day Eve (Walpurgisnacht, May Eve), so May Day celebrations started today. We made a long day of it and drove about 140 mi to the Harz Mountains in the former East Germany where we made two main stops. The first stop was at the cross-roads town of Torfhaus (ski resort area) where we walked around a bit but mostly had a look at the former Soviet radar instillation atop the highest peak: Brocken Mountain (now a resort hotel). The second stop was in the town of Schierke where we attended a Renaissance Festival featuring the Medieval period costume, crafts, games, music, and foods. Also, peculiar to this region, the witches and devils came out — making great fun for everyone.


Going to the Harz Mountains

We departed Hamwiede heading south on the Autobahn where, traffic permitting, Jürgen drove at about 90 mph to keep up with mid-paced traffic. We passed trucks, but we were passed by lots of vehicles traveling very fast.

We eventually got off the Autobahn and took regular highways into the mountains. We passed through the historic town of Goslar, which was founded in the 10th century after the discovery of silver deposits in the nearby mountains. We didn’t stop, but some of old town remains, and about 50,000 people live here now.


We continued up into the mountain where at about 2,000-ft elevation, we started seeing snow along the road–winter had not yet released its grip on the land up here. In the forest, it was interesting to see large areas of conifer trees killed by bark beetles. Large outbreaks of these beetles in recent years is attributed to a warming climate that no longer freezes enough of the beetles during winter.


Bark beetles are killing large portions of the conifer forest

We stopped for a few minutes in Torfhous at the Visitor Center for Harz National Park where it was cold, partly cloudy, and breezy. We didn’t actually go inside, but we walked around a bit and looked at the outside exhibits. We also saw in the distance the former Soviet radar installation atop the highest peak in this part of Germany: Brocken Mountain. With powerful radar, the Soviets could look out over much of northern Germany from the summit. After unification, the radar facility was shuttered, and now it is a resort hotel with a weather station, natural history exhibition, and botanic garden with plants of the higher mountain regions. The whole area is a nature reserve, and we could have spent the day hiking to the summit, but decided instead to continue our journey.


We continued towards the village of Schierke and because we didn’t understand the signs, passed a memorial and crossed into the former East Germany (GDR) without realizing it. I’m not sure if something was lost in translation or if nothing was said because it was a traumatic reminder of family history for Anita and Jürgen when they were young. On the way home, however, we stopped on the west side of the former border for photos, but we learned later things that might explain why we didn’t stop the first time.

We eventually made it to Schierke where it was cold, calm, and overcast with some snow remaining in the shadows. Schierke is an ancient town, as these mountains have been inhabited by humans forever, although the first written records date from the late 1500s AD.

May-Day Eve (Walpurgisnacht), or simply May Eve (Walpurgis), is an important tradition in the Harz Mountains where the local culture celebrates a Halloween-like springtime event when witches and devils gather for the night in Schierke. Witches weren’t always celebrated here, and in 1589, the ecclesiastical authorities sentenced 133 so-called witches to death in an effort to end pagan traditions. Link to a detailed history of Walpurgisnacht, see: Season of the Witch: Walpurgisnacht in Germany’s Harz Mountains.

Today, Walpurgis in Schierke is a festival with medieval roots where witches and devils come to celebrate the expulsion of winter. According to old traditions, many witches gathered on the Brocken to dance and bring in the spring. In the layer cake of northern European mythology, Queen of the Witches: Frau Holle, is the main character. During song, we engaged in a traditional chant to encourage  Holle to return and vanquish winter’s cold grip on the land.

For a village with witches-and-devils roots, it is interesting to note that the coat of arms for the city, granted in 1939, is the skull and antlers of a stag (elk) on a field of yellow.

Part of the modern Walpurgis celebration here is a full-blown Renaissance Festival featuring Medieval period costume, crafts, games, music, and foods. With a long ways to get home, we stayed until early evening, and as we were leaving, the witches and devils really started coming out — making great fun everywhere.


Schierker Feuerstein (Schierke Fire Rock), a herbal liqueur and digestive (35% alcohol) that was patented in 1924 by a local chemist, is now a celebrated item in the area. We each tried a bottle (20 ml [0.7 oz] Miniatures), and indeed, it was tasty, but one miniature bottle was enough. Link for details and ordering.


Schierker Feuerstein advertising in Torfhous

On the way home, we stopped on the west side of the former “internal German border” for  photos. I ran back to the east-side monument, and Liz got out to see the west.  It was interesting to realize later that neither Anita nor Jürgen got out of the car.Image160430e700.jpg

One final treat for the day, when almost home we saw 1 White Stork and 2 Gray Herons feeding together in a farm field.

May 1, Sunday — May Day Celebration

Nice trip around the area. We tried to participate in a May Day celebration in a local town, but they scheduled the May Pole raising for 2 PM and we left because we didn’t want to wait all day. We went to a living history museum in a nearby town that was also holding a May Day celebration. Liz was thrilled because the local spinning guild was there.


On the way home, we stopped and walked a short distance along a river where 4 CAGO were present and 2 Egyptian Geese were breeding (4 goslings). 3 E. Blackbird, 10 House Sparrow. Then, just coming into Hamwiede, we saw a couple of Eurasian Jays. At home, Anita fixed steak while Liz and I relaxed in the yard listening to bird songs that we didn’t know.


May 2, Monday — Hamwiede and Bennetzer Moor

A nice sunny day, Liz and I helped Jürgen clean out his pond. Mostly we watch, but we help where he gives a clue about that he is doing. His English vocabulary is extensive, but his accent is thick, and it can be hard to follow him. He does tell great stories about life on the sea.

Yard birds: 2 White Stork, 1 Common Buzzard, 5 Common Wood-Pigeon, 2 Great Spotted Woodpecker, 1 Eurasian Jay, 1 Eurasian Magpie, 3 Carrion Crow, 8 Barn Swallow, 5 Eurasian Blue Tit, 2 Great Tit, 1 Firecrest, 6 Eurasian Blackbird, 8 European Starling, 1 Dunnock, 2 White Wagtail, 5 Common Chaffinch, 2 Eurasian Bullfinch, 5 European Greenfinch, 5 Eurasian Tree Sparrow.


Large backyard


Jürgen’s Pond


European Red Squirrel


A leopard frog takes up residence on the overflow pipe

In the afternoon, when it was warm clear and calm, Anita took us to another moor area with big, open ponds: Hüttensee Park at Bennetzer Moor. We walked a several-kilometer loop around the biggest pond and saw lots of fun birds, including Graylag Goose and Canada Goose (both with fledglings), Mute Swans, and Common Shelduck. On the way home, we saw two White Storks feeding in a freshly plowed field and stopped to watch for a few minutes.


Liz birding over Bennetzer Moor


Lots of courting and mated swans, some on nests


Nice little pond with songbirds


Tall trees with birds


Birds of Bennetzer Moor: Graylag Goose 10 plus fledglings, Canada Goose 15     Plus fledglings, Mute Swan 20, Common Shelduck 4, Gadwall 2, Northern Shoveler 2, Red-crested Pochard 6, Tufted Duck 6, Common Goldeneye 4, Great Crested Grebe 6, Great Cormorant 20, Black-headed Gull 35, Black Tern 1, Common Wood-Pigeon 1, Eurasian Jay 2, Eurasian Magpie 1, Carrion Crow 3, Barn Swallow 3, Great Tit 1, Eurasian Reed-Warbler 1, European Robin 1, Eurasian Blackbird 8, European Starling 5, White Wagtail 1, Common Chaffinch 2, Eurasian Tree Sparrow 1.

May 3, Tuesday — Hamwiede

Liz and I slept late, still trying to overcome jetlag, and ate breakfast late. We stayed in as a storm with a fair bit of rain passed, and I got caught up on geotagging photos. Soon it was time for big lunch (dinner).

Liz and I eventually went for an afternoon walk from the house heading north and visited the town swimming hole, a nice sand-bottom sculpted depression with grassy edges and picnic tables with benches. During the walk, it was sunny, but a breeze brought cold temperatures. We saw some good birds, including Eurasian Kestrel kiting, a Buzzard, Common Swifts, a pair of Lesser Whitethroats, and two Black Redstart.


Birding farm lands outside Hamwiede


Exciting Bird: Eurasian Kestrel


Returning to Hamwiede


Getting home

When we got home, we helped Jürgen with a project to replace an old canvas awning with a new one- a great patio cover.

The rain today might be the last of the trip, but the cold front brought cold air from the North Sea.

After dinner, we did laundry for a second time here and watched soccer (football) as Germany and Spain played a championship playoff game. Unfortunately, Germany won this match, but got eliminated from the payoffs.

Birds of the day: 1 goose sp., 2 Common Buzzard, 8 Common Wood-Pigeon, 2 Common Swift, 2 Great Spotted Woodpecker, 1 Eurasian Kestrel, 2 Eurasian Magpie, 5 Carrion Crow, 10 Barn Swallow, 2 Common House-Martin, 8 Eurasian Blue Tit, 4 Great Tit, 1 Firecrest, 2 Eurasian Blackcap, 2 Black Redstart, 12 Eurasian Blackbird, 8 European Starling, 5 White Wagtail, 2 Common Chaffinch, 2 Eurasian Bullfinch, 10 House Sparrow, 10 Eurasian Tree Sparrow.

May 4, Wednesday — Hamburg

Up and out fairly early today, Jürgen took us to a friends farm where they grow Spargel (asparagus), which is an important crop in the local area. Unfortunately, his friend was out and therefore not available for a tour of the operation, but Jürgen told us about it. He also showed us his friend’s pair of captive Eagle Owls that his friend maintained on the property because they couldn’t survive in the wild. The birds were beautiful, but the male had a bad eye. The female didn’t like us much, but her three nestlings didn’t seem to mind us.

Unfortunately, about a month after our visit, we learned that the female owl killed the male perhaps because of her protective instinct for the babies. It is sad, but maybe even a relatively good cage is against nature when one of the parents needs to escape from attacks of the other.


Blind Eagle Owl

On the way back, Jürgen drove backroads through the woods looking for deer and hogs. We saw Roe Deer and Red Deer, and not Russian Boar. Roe deer (Capreolus capreolus) are relatively small, reddish and grey-brown deer. Red Deer  (Cervus elaphus), are larger and similar to our elk (or wapiti, C. canadensis). We saw both elsewhere, but not today.


Looking for pigs and deer

After lunch, Anita took us north to Hamburg, about an hour drive from Hamwiede, for an overnight excursion to meet her daughter and see the city. On the way, we spotted 1 White Stork, 1 Eurasian Green Woodpecker, and 8 Hawfinch from the car.

Hamburg is also an old city, first mentioned in writing in the 2nd century by the Greeks, and is now the 2nd largest city in Germany (8th largest in the European Union) with a metropolitan-region population of about 5 million. Situated on the Elbe River (at the confluence with the smaller Alster River), Hamburg is the 2nd largest port in Europe–even though it is located some 60 miles from the North Sea–and is the largest deep-sea port in the region for container shipping. Hamburg is a major trading center and  commercial center, and has become affluent as a result. This is evidenced in the wonderful and stylish architecture seen all over the port region.

Upon arrival, it was warm, clear, and calm, which was fortunate because we had to drive into the suburbs to find free parking, then took a train downtown to the Hamburg Hauptbahnhof, busiest railway station in Germany. Walking out the back, we got on a tour bus (about $15 each) for a 2-hour tour of the city. We sat upstairs in the front of the bus where we got a great view, although it was sometimes hard to hear and understand the guide over city noise. Nonetheless, she did a pretty good job of switching between German and English.


Hamburg Hauptbahnhof, busiest railway station in Germany

The Alster River flows through town following scenic canals. Tour boats, long, narrow, and low, now ply these tidally influenced waters.


Canals along part of the old Hamburg waterfront

The Reeperbahn, the red-light district, it a tourist attraction during day, and watched over by staff in this Polizei (Police) station during night.


Keeping everyone safe: police station in the red-light district

There is some really interesting architecture in Hamburg. The Dancing Towers, so called by city fathers, is located at one end of the Reeperbahn. The architect, however, called his structure something like: Prostitute Leaning Against the Wall. Other interesting buildings include the Philharmonic Hall (looks like a wave crashing on the shore), Dockland, a building that looks like a ship on the edge of the harbor, and the Kebab Tower, a building that resembles the rotating piece of meat on a skewer from which one cuts kebab.


Interesting architecture: Dancing Towers

After the tour, we retrieved the car and drove over to Karola and Caro’s flat located near the harbor. Karola is Anita’s daughter, but by marriage, Anita gets to have two delightful daughters. We found them to be gracious hosts, and they fixed a great lasagna for dinner, complemented by an excellent Spanish wine.


Guest room in the flat

After dinner, Karola and Caro took us on an evening walking tour to the port area and then to the Planten un Blomen (Plants and Flowers) Park where during summer nights they do a fountain and lights show that is played live to recorded music. On our night, they did a classical piece. The show was reminiscent of the water fountains at the Bellagio Casino back home, but this show was performed live .

In our time driving and walking around Hamburg, we saw Graylag Goose, Canada Goose, Mute Swan, Mallard, Tufted Duck, Common Merganser, Great Crested Grebe, 15 Great Cormorant, Eurasian Coot, gull sp., Rock Pigeon (Feral Pigeon),  Eurasian Blackbird, and a rat.


Sunset from Karola and Caro’s flat


Late evening overlooking Hamburg Harbor


Planten un Blomen Park after dark


Planten un Blomen Park after dark

May 5, Thursday — Hamburg

Without getting up too early, Karola and Caro fixed us a great breakfast, after which we all started off on a foot tour of the harbor. The day was warm, clear, and calm, and lucky for us traveling at this time of year, we happened onto another major cultural event: the annual “Port of Hamburg-Birthday.” This was a huge event and tens of thousands of people came to the harbor for the festivities.


Walking through Hamburg following our guides

Karola and Caro took us down to the harbor on foot with Karola keeping up a running commentary on everything we saw. Karola speaks very good English, only stopping to search for words now and then. She learned English in school and practiced in the U.S. two years ago when she and Caro came to the States on their honeymoon. They came through Las Vegas, but for some reason, they decided to stay in a hotel on the Las Vegas Strip rather than say on a stranger’s futon (after all, we are just her mother’s friends). They said, however, that when they come back to the States to visit Karola’s brother Bjorn, they won‘t book a hotel for Las Vegas and would be delighted to stay with us.

Caro also spoke some English, but she was bashful about speaking. She said she could understand what we were saying, but that she had trouble forming words in English. I can relate, my use of Spanish is similar: I can carry on a simple conversation in my mind, but when it comes to speaking, I just can’t get the words out. By the end of our second day with them, however, Caro was more comfortable with us and did talk with us.

At any rate, we walked down to the harbor, which was crowded with booths and people. Town, and thus the harbor, is situated along the Elbe River some 60 miles from the ocean, but there are several feet of tidal influence here. The city side of the harbor is mostly homes and business, while the far side is built up with huge container ship facilities and industrial buildings.


Crowds and booths in the harbor area


Crowds on the edge of the harbor


Boarding the water taxi


On board the water taxi

Knowing what the day would be like, Karola and Caro directed us onto the water taxi before the crowds got too bad, and Caro found out how to organize a cheap ticket for all 5 of us to ride the ship-on-ship-off loop. We rode down the harbor with some time to just watch the sights and some running commentary. The route for this taxi was down one side of the harbor and back up the other, so towards the far end of the loop, we got off to walk on a path below interesting historic homes and overlooking the river and the sandy Hamburg Beach.  We walked out, then dropped down to the beach and walked back along the water.


Walking upstream on Hamburg Beach

We walked back to the taxi and continued our loop around the harbor area. Towards the far other end of the loop (near where we first got onboard), we got off again to walk along the harbor.

It had been interesting on the water taxi watching old ships moving up and down through the harbor area. The main event at Harbor Birthday is the boat parade, and it was getting close to starting time. The city side of the harbor was packed with people, and Karola thought that it might be better to escape to the other side, and she knew a good place to go.

On foot, we headed for the Elbe Tunnel. The tunnel used to be a roadway, but now it just handles foot and bicycle traffic, and on this day, there was a lot of traffic. I don’t care much for crowds, and being in a long, crowded tunnel under a river wasn’t my favorite place to be. It was interesting, however, that as with so much architecture in Europe, there was artwork built into the design, and I tried to focus on that while keeping pace with the flow of the crowd.


Inside the Elbe Tunnel


Art inside the Elbe Tunnel


Art inside the Elbe Tunnel (three rats and an old boot)

After coming out of the tunnel, it turned out a crowd had the same idea we had (get away from the crowd on the other side of the harbor), but Karola knew of yet another place. It was a long walk, but we eventually came out on a nice, sandy beach were we could sit and watch the parade. We didn’t get there any too soon, as the parade started within 10 minutes or so.

The parade started with a fire boat spraying water in every direction, and when the angle was right, we got a nice rainbow in the mist.


Fire boat plays grand marshal at the head of the parade

Following the fire boat, the real parade started with a massive, modern warship coming up the channel.


Up until that point, a large 3-masted sailing ship moored across the river had been blaring rather loud and raucous music that sounded rather eastern block to me. As the German warship moved up the river, much to my surprise, the 3-masted ship started firing cannons at the warship. The bombs burst in mid-air, and I’m not sure what it all meant, but it was a curious show. I learned later that the shots were in salute of the warship and in honor of the Harbor Birthday.


Warship taking fire from green 3-masted sailing ship

After that, the parade consisted of a curious mix of ancient (replica) and modern sailing ships, modern boats, and warships, and the grand finale was a historic cargo ship that was unbelievably huge.


Replica of Spanish sailing ship


A more modern sailing ship


Grand finale: a massive historic cargo ship

After the giant ship passed by the main show was over, although lots of other ships were still coming up the river. Even so, we departed because Karola feared the huge crowd would all try to squeeze through the Elbe Tunnel at the same time. We weren’t the only people to think that, but it was nice to be out with people who knew the area.

We walked back to the flat, but not directly, and finished a grand day with new friends and ice cream.


Ice cream and coffee with friends

While in town and on the water, we saw some nice birds, including: Graylag Goose, 3 Common Shelduck, Mallard, Great Crested Grebe, Great Cormorant, 1 European Shag, 1 Gray Heron, Eurasian Moorhen, Eurasian Coot, Mew Gull, Herring Gull, Common Wood-Pigeon, Eurasian Magpie, Carrion Crow, Eurasian Blue Tit, Eurasian Blackbird, House Sparrow.

We departed Hamburg, and because the days are so long at this northern latitude, we had sunlight to stop at one more point of interest along the way back to Hamwiede. Anita took a short detour to see an historic windmill in the town of Sprengel that was build around 1877. Everywhere you turn, there is history in the country.


19th century windmill

May 6, Friday — Walsrode and Bremen

In the morning, Anita had a translation job to do at a wedding in Walsrode, so we went to town with her. While she worked, we birded a city park and walked around town.

In the park, we saw about a dozen Fieldfare, which was surprising because we saw none elsewhere during the trip. One Fieldfare was collecting mud to build a nest, but most were collecting worms and carrying them off into the trees to feed nestlings. It was interesting to learn that Fieldfare nest semi-communally, with individual nests in close proximity so that the community of adults can mount a group defense in response to predators.


Fieldfare collecting worms

After birding the park, we walked around town. Liz found a fabric stores to investigate, and we found an ATM, but otherwise we just wandered until it was time for Anita to finish up. We got a table at an outdoor cafe, but couldn’t communicate that we would be three and wanted to wait to order until Anita arrived. So we just ordered. “Coffee” sounds the same as “kaffee” in German, and “cream” sounds the same as “creme” in German, so that that was always easy. Eventually, I got up, got a chair from another table, and set it at ours–that worked for “party of three,” but of course, we already had our coffee.

Before too long, Anita returned and got a cup too. On the way home, we stopped by the grocery store, which always is a special cultural event for Liz.


Downtown Walsrode showing typical German “half-timbered” construction


Walsrode Abbey founded in 986 AD. After fire, wars, and plundering, most structures date to the 1700s


Liz and Anita at the meat counter in a modern supermarket

Birds in Walsrode: Warm clear calm. Common Wood-Pigeon 5, Common Swift 3, Marsh Tit 1, Eurasian Blackbird 3, Fieldfare 12, House Sparrow 5.

After lunch, Anita took us to Bremen for a tour of the old town. On the drive, Anita told us about Jürgen’s time growing up in East Germany. As a young boy he was allowed to travel to West Germany to visit family, and that gave him a lust for freedom that he never out grew. He was a rebellious youth and was captured by East German boarder gurards while trying to escape to the west. He was accused of subversive agitation against communism and imprisoned for several years. The trial was secret and he was without a lawyer, and upon conviction, there was no right of appeal. He even had to sign a confession because if not, he would be given an additional 5 years in the penitentiary.

Conditions in prison were very difficult (Anita used the word torture), especially for victims of political prosecution. He was forced into slave labor in an iron smelting factory. Conditions were so bad that a friend jumped into the hot furnace to escape his pain. It is a very sad story, and these things are still close to the surface.

This explains why Jürgen didn’t like to have his picture taken–fears remained for a long time about being followed and documented by the GDR state security service before Germany was reunited. In fact, several years after he got out of East Germany, he got official letter from West German authorities warning that he should never enter GDR territory because he would risk being captured and detained again for a long time.

Anita said that the only place he felt comfortable, where he could escape memories of the past and feel free, was on the high seas. He studied and finished an Engineering School for Marine engineering, the worked in the merchant navy for some 30 years, first as an engineer and later chief engineer.


In Bremen, we parked in a garage and walked into the historic market square, which is dominated by twin towers of Bremen Cathedral. Anita and Jürgen had lived here some 30 years ago, and she knew the historic part of town well. The first church was built here in 789 AD, but as usual, fires, building collapse, and wars took their toll over the centuries. It seems the current form was built about 1050 AD, but the building was completely destroyed during WWII, and reconstruction wasn’t completed until 1981 AD.


Bremen market square is dominated by Bremen Cathedral

Bremen is interesting for its architecture and artwork, some of which are based on medieval fairy tails. We stopped to see the bronze statue of a pig farmer, his dog, and his herd of pigs where children of all ages come and ride the animals. This commemorates the history of this medieval market street where after the farmer’s market was done for the day, pig farmers brought their herds in the evening to clean up the spoiled produce. The street here, Sögestrasse (Pigstreet) is a main shopping street in Bremen with lots of high-end shops. The street was first mentioned in 1261, but by 1306 it was named Sögestrasse.


Bronze pig farmer and swineherd (see farther back too)

One thing I found interesting about being in Germany was the relationship of geography and fairy tales. Growing up in the States, fairy tales always happened in some far off land across the sea, so no matter how scary, they didn’t really apply to me because they were from a land literally “far far away.” I started thinking about this relationship between geography and fairy tales in the Harz Mountains with the witches and devils.

Over lunch before we left Hamwiede, Jürgen was telling us what to expect in Bremen, where he and Anita had lived for some years and the statue of the “Musicians of Bremen” is an important landmark. Over meat and cheese, he told us the fairy tale: Grimm’s Musicians of Bremen. In the story, a old donkey being cast off by his master starts off from the countryside on the road to Bremen. Along the way, he picks up an old dog, an old cat, and an old rooster, and they all go off to become musicians in Bremen and make a better life for themselves.

In this story, however, the donkey doesn’t start in some far-far-away place, he starts two villages over from Hamwiede! He then meets up with the dog near Hamwiede, and they continue on towards Bremen picking up the rest of the crew. As it turns out, they never make it to Bremen, but that is beside the point. So here, at the lunch table, I actually find myself in the land of a fairy tales.


Musicians of Bremen outside a building being renovated

The Musicians of Bremen are important characters in the local lore because, in part, the troop was heading to Bremen because it was an enlightend town where personal liberty was held as a virtue. We saw several examples of the quartet in arts-and-crafts shops, and in one place, they were made into a political cartoon. The animals stacked up in the fairy tale according to their talents and abilities (donkey at the bottom, rooster at the top), but in the political cartoon, they were reversed. The text translates to something about lazy politicians riding on the backs of ordinary people. Here, as in so many cases, we learned that people the world around suffer from the same hopes, fears, and tribulations.



On the right — Political Cartoon: Musicians of Bremen

German: Die Wahrheit über die Bremer Stadtmusikanten: in Hierarchien sitzen die größten Esel oben!

English: The truth about the Musicians of Bremen: in political hierarchies, the big ass sits at the top!

We finished the tour by walking through some of the old parts of Bremen, although at this point I’m not sure how much was old and how much was rebuilt after the war to look old. Regardless, it was fun to wander through the warrens of narrow streets, window shopping, poking into the odd shop. We also walked along the river front, Bremen Harbor, which was another commercial port. We saw some historic 3-masted ships, a few large modern ships, and bomb damage repaired in a way that left a reminder of the war.


In the evening, after some beers or something, Jürgen began talking and told a story of how his father had fought in the German army. He survived fighting on the eastern front (Russia), then was called back towards the end of the war to help defend the western front. He was killed two days before the end of the war when Jürgen was only 5 years old. At that point, Jürgen fell uncharacteristically silent with that far-away stare that one gets when they aren’t really here for a time. I think the 5-year-old Jürgen was spending a few moments with his father.

Some days earlier, Anita had told us her story of survival during the war. If I recall correctly, her father was a land owner and banker in Poland. He remained in his job during the war, but was called up for duty near the end of the war. He said he would join the effort, but needed to settle things at home with his family: “I’ll be there in the morning” he told them.

They tried to escape with 50 horse wagons equipped with the most necessary food stuff and warm clothes taking almost all people from the village with them and managed to cross the Oder river before the bridge was blown up. The family remained in Eastern Germany – at first in the British zone, but reorganized into Soviet occupied zone, for 4 years. In 1945, in the night under cover of darkness, the family fled towards the west. A neighbor saw them leaving, and they were terrified that they’d be killed if that person spoke; fortunately they did not. The family stopped in West Berlin and were sheltered by a Jewish family who hid Anita and her family in their home for three months. Apparently conditions were difficult and food was short. As the war ended, the family tried to get out of allied-occupied Berlin to West Germany. It was made possible by the American airlift (supplies into West Berlin; passengers out). I didn’t press for details, and being sheltered in West Berlin by a Jewish family raises questions, but it was a gripping story. We were grateful that they shared such intimate details of their lives with us.


May 7, Saturday — Heath Hills of Lüneburger Heide National Park

On our last full day with Anita and Jürgen, a warm, clear, and calm day, Anita took us to hike in the Heath Hills of Lüneburger Heide National Park. We walked several miles in low rolling hills to the highest point in the region at an elevation of 555 ft. Along the way, we actually heard two Common Cuckoos, which actually sound exactly like a cuckoo clock!


Starting into the Heath Hills


Heath on the left, forest on the right


Heith: this will be bright violet in the fall

We first climbed onto Bolterberg Peak at 526 ft elevation. We relaxed, ate a trail snack, and enjoyed the view. The summit was marked with a carved boulder that included the name of the peak and elevation, plus the German version of a Leave No Trace message: “prevent wildfires and pick up your trash.” The use of carved boulders for signs is common in this part of Germany, and interestingly, they are glacial erratics, stones carried here from elsewhere by ice-age glaciers and left behind when the ice melted.


Bolterberg Peak at 160.2 m (526 ft)

We then hiked down into a valley and up to the main summit, the highest point in this region of Germany: Wilseder Berg Peak at 155 ft.


Back at the trailhead, we stopped at an outdoor cafe to relax with a beer, which was a nice way to end things.


Liz relaxing after the hike


Locally brewed beer

Birds of Lüneburger Heide National Park: Common Buzzard 1, Common Cuckoo 2, Eurasian Green Woodpecker 1, Sky Lark 8, Barn Swallow 6, European Pied Flycatcher 1, Black Redstart 1, Eurasian Blackbird 8, European Starling 8, and House Sparrow 2.

Back home, we packed, ate a late dinner with too much wine, and stumbled off to bed with the window wide open because it was so warm in the house.

May 8, Sunday — Travel: Bus to Frankfurt

I must have been excited to be on our way because I awoke early, about 5:15 am, and stayed mostly awake just listening to the birds singing in the yard for more than an hour.

After a last great breakfast with Anita and Jurgen, we departed Hamwiede about 8 AM as they took us to the bus station in Hannover, about an hour away. We arrived early and mostly relaxed enjoying each other’s company for a last few minutes. Anita did think that I should get a SIM card for my phone, but we couldn’t find one in the station so early on Sunday morning. It would have been easier in an international airport, but not so easy in the bus station.

Anita and Jürgen saw us off at 9:55am. They had been very good to us and treated us like family (or perhaps the children who have left the nest empty), and everyone was sad at the departure.


Boarding the bus in Hannover, Jürgen is always helpful


Getting the evil eye while Jürgen laughed and Anita cried

We rode the bus south from Hannover to Frankfurt, making several stops along the way. This was an express bus, so we only stopped a few times. We stopped in Göttingen for lunch, and we found tasty sandwiches and a pastry in the bus station. This was a curious place with traditional monuments, an odd structure associated with the stars (especially the zodiac), and apparently was a major hub for bicycle riders who were taking the bus somewhere. It would have been nice to chat with a local to understand the story.


Rolling hills of northern Germany


Monument in Göttingen city park


10,ooo bicycles at the Göttingen bus station


Monument to the stars in Göttingen

We made a short stop in Kassel, an interesting town centered on a large, castle-like structure, the Hercules Monument (Castle), atop a mountain that is visible from everywhere. It would have been fun to get off and explore — something for next time!


Monument in a Kassel city park


Hercules Monument (the castle on the hill) above Kassel


Rolling mountains of central Germany

We made it to Frankfurt am Main (just Frankfurt to westerners) a few minutes early, so the driver pulled into the bus maintenance station, which seemed really confusing to everyone. In German, the driver invited everyone to get off and relax outside while she gassed up the bus. Then she was amused when I became concerned when someone else drove off in the bus. I guess this is how they clean busses here, but it seemed rather odd. About 15 minutes later, the bus came back and we drove another 5 minutes to the main bus station, where Liz and I got off.


Downtown Frankfurt am Main

The main bus station is also the main train station, so Liz and I went downstairs to the train, which we needed to get to the airport. After some confusion and helpful staff, we figured out how to use the machines to buy a ticket and found our way to the proper gate. After what we had seen elsewhere, this seemed harder than it should have been, but we found our way.


Subway train in Frankfurt am Main

We rode the train to the airport, and again with the help of locals, got off at the right place. Inside the airport, we needed to find our way to the hotel shuttle busses. This, however, was particularly difficult, as signs and maps in the airport were particularly bad. In particular, they directed us down hallways to a T-intersection, with no relevant information at the T. We went back and eventually found another way — but more by trial and error than anything definite. Eventually we found the shuttle bus zone and our bus.


Meininger Hotel near the Frankfurt Airport

We had reservations at the Meininger Hotel, which was conveniently located just across the main highway from the airport. Staff at the check-in desk spoke excellent English, and we got a nice room on the top floor with a view away from the airport and highway.


Liz looking out our hotel window

We asked about dinner at the hotel, but there was some issue with the kitchen and all they had was pre-packaged sandwiches, but the check-in lady said there was a nice cafe within walking distance “behind a gas station.” She even said that it was pretty good and we’d “thank her to the recommendation.”

Well, the area around the hotel was a construction zone criss-crossed by highways, but we made our way around and found the gas station (not before walking under an underpass with a homeless camp where one thirsty guy had nearly built a house out of green beer bottles. The gas station had a sandwich shop inside (not unlike a Subway sandwich shop inside a gas station in the States). Assuming we were in the wrong place, we walked out past the gas station into the woods.

Back in the gas station, we bought sandwiches and beer for the night and tasty looking pastries for breakfast. Walking back, we realized that it probably was good that we walked back during daylight rather than after dark if we’d enjoyed a sit-down dinner. It turned that the sandwiches were as good as any we’d eaten in Germany, and the pastries didn’t last past dessert.


Liz bringing dinner back to the hotel


Feeling bloated after dinner in the hotel room

May 9, Monday — Travel: Frankfurt to Las Vegas

We were up and out of the hotel pretty early and caught the 7:30 shuttle bus back to the airport. This time, things were easier as we’d seen everything yesterday.

At the check-in desk, we expected to just turn in our luggage and get boarding passes, but it turned out we got a full interrogation by the ticketing agent. The lady was nice and we talked about birding in Germany, but to us it seemed odd.

After talking with the ticketing agent, we made it through immigration and into the duty-free zone. We had planned to eat breakfast in the airport (to avoid 11-euro [$15] breakfasts at the hotel), but the choice was between a Burger King and some high-end restaurant. Liz suffered a BK burger (they had no breakfast food — not even coffee), but I refused. If I was going to Europe, the last thing I was going to do was eat at a BK. My ace-in-the-hole was an old bagel in my pack.


After “breakfast,” we got through security, which was pretty easy and into the gate area. We were pretty sure we’d get on the flight, as there were a moderate number of open seats, but I find these things nerve-wracking as people pour into the area. The plane arrived with some mechanical issues, and they kept standby people outside the waiting area until after we were supposed to have left, adding to the nerves, but eventually we were called and assigned seats.

As we went into the gate area, the ticketing agent was keeping the gate and recognized us from earlier. She double checked our tickets to make sure her colleague had given us good seats, and happy with our assignment, let us into the seating area. We waited for a long time, but eventually we all got on the plane and took off headed for Dallas.


Last view of German soil: our plane on the tarmac


Our anticipated route: 10 hrs 16 min (9 time zones) to Dallas

We departed late and expected to miss our connection in Dallas, and Bill was there to visit and help us along the way. As it turned out, our flight to Las Vegas also was late, and Bill talked to the gate agents and got us on the flight. We were disappointed to spend so little time with Bill, but it was great that he smoothed our way home.


Home again in Las Vegas

In Las Vegas, we made the first flight, but our luggage made the second. Fortunately, by the time we figured that out, it was only 45 minutes before the next flight arrived, so we just walked around trying to stay awake until it arrived. After that, we caught the city bus back to the carpark, collected our car, and drove home where Mom and Mocha were waiting.

Final Thoughts

They say that travel opens one’s eyes to the world and helps people understand that everyone the world around faces the same issues in life. In so many situations, Anita and Jürgen would say something about the difficulties of life in Germany, and in virtually every case, we would say that we have the same issues back in the States. By the end of our visit, it almost became a joke: everything is the same everywhere; everyone has the same struggles in life; people everywhere are just people.


Even Paulina the cat suffers the same problems that cats everywhere suffer: ticks

Overseas Travel and Urban Birding — Part 1: England

April 17, 2016. Departing for London, England

Liz and I are preparing to head to Europe to visit friends and family and to do a little birding. We are excited about what we will experience, but for now we are busy with last minute annoyances (like realizing that my luggage is 2 inches too long for the current rules for airline carry-on bags).

We started our trip with a long night in the McCarran International Airport (Las Vegas). Our international flight departed at 5 AM, so we needed to be there by 2 AM (they say to arrive 3 hours early for international flights). We decided to take the last city bus (which would get us there by 11:30 PM) and just spend the night in the airport.


Liz sleeping in the airport

April 18, 2016. Traveling to London, England

We caught our standby fight at 0510 hrs headed to Chicago. We were the last two standby passengers to get on, and they made us check baggage because the overhead bins were full. However, I forgot and left my lithium camera batteries in by now-checked luggage, a violation of federal law these days. On the flight, which was uneventful, we sat separately with Liz several rows ahead of me.

In Chicago, we recovered our bags and extracted the batteries, but had to go through security again, which is always annoying. After some food and time to relax, we got on our London-bound flight.


Signboard in Chicago — only three standby passengers

The flight to London departed at 1625 hrs and was only half-full, so we had no trouble getting on except that the gate agent never called standby passengers and we almost missed the flight. During the flight, it was fun watching the landscape, and darkness overtook us as we bid farewell to the coast of Labrador and started out over the Atlantic.

We sat in the first row of coach, so we had a flat bulkhead in front of us and little leg room, but at least nobody laid their seat back in our faces. During the flight, they played movies all night, and we were so close to the screen that the light kept us awake most of the night.

April 19, 2016. London, England

We arrived London about 0630 hrs, made it through customs and immigration, and took the Underground (Mind the Gap!) to within walking distance of Cathy and Peter’s (my sister and her husband’s) flat in an older part of London.


After resting a bit, Liz and I walked down to St. Paul’s Cathedral and then crossed the Thames River to the south bank. We visited Shakespeare’s Old Globe Theater, walked along the river, went into the Tate Art Museum, and got a take-away lunch to eat in some little park. We saw lots of birds. Dinner in a delightful, small Italian place a 15 minute walk from the flat.

Birds of the Day:


St. Paul’s Cathedral

St. Paul’s Cathedral–Willow Warbler (1), European Blackbird, Feral Pigeon, Wood Pigeon, European Blue Tit, eastern gray squirrel


Thames River

Thames River–Lesser Black-backed Gull 5; Great Black-backed Gull 1; Carrion Crow, Feral Pigeon


Old Globe Theater

Globe Park– Herring Gull 5; Rock Pigeon (Feral Pigeon) 5; Common Wood-Pigeon 2; Eurasian Magpie 1; Eurasian Blue Tit 2; European Greenfinch 2; European Goldfinch 1

April 20, 2016. London, Kew Garden

The morning was brisk, in the 40s, when Peter took Hulky and me for a morning walk. We saw some nice little urban parks with a few birds including European Blackbird, Feral Pigeon, Dunnock, and European Wren. We also walked by their old flat.

Later, Cathy, Liz, and I took the subway to the Kew Royal Botanical Garden, a bucket-list item for Liz. We stopped and picked up some great sandwiches (salami and brie on fresh-baked roll) before entry. We walked a long ways on the grounds and visited two greenhouses, George III’s summer house, and the tree-top runway. We saw lots of cool plants and birds. Perhaps the most interesting plant was a cycad potted in 1775. Peter cooked a nice pasta dinner for us.


April 21, 2016. London, Downtown Parks

Liz and I took the bus downtown to where we had turned back on our previous river walk (April 19th). From the bus stop, we continued upstream under the London Eye and across Westminster Bridge past Big Ben. We thought about visiting Westminster Abbey, but it cost about $30 each, so we decided instead to visit the smaller St. Margaret’s Church (free). St. Margaret’s was constructed in the late 1000s (late 11th century) and has been fixed up several times, but it remains similar to the original. People liked to be buried inside the church, and nearly every space is given over to crypts. All of the walls have crypts, and even the isles between the pews are crypts. With people walking on the floor over the centuries, the names and dates of people buried below often are nearly worn smooth.


From St. Margaret’s Church, we continued across Parliament Square and walked to St. James Park. We spent several hours watching native and non-native waterfowl and recorded a total of 36 species. Among the Queen’s collection of waterfowl, we saw lots of ducks and geese, including Fulvous Whistling-Duck, Graylag Goose, Barnacle Goose, Canada Goose, Red-breasted Goose, Mute Swan, Black Swan, Egyptian Goose, Northern Pintail, Green-winged Teal, Red-crested Pochard, Common Goldeneye, Smew, and Hooded Merganser. We also saw a few native species of waterfowl, including Common Shelduck, Mallard, Common Pochard, and Tufted Duck that all come in to live with the captive species.


We saw some fun species of water birds, including Little Grebe, Great Crested Grebe, and Great Cormorant, White Pelican, Gray Heron, Eurasian Moorhen, Eurasian Coot, Herring Gull, and Lesser Black-backed Gull. Land birds included Common Wood-Pigeon, feral Rose-ringed Parakeet, Eurasian Magpie, Carrion Crow, Long-tailed Tit, and Eurasian Blackbird.


Towards the end of the day, we wandered over towards Buckingham Palace, but it was so crowded with tourists that we used our binoculars to observe from afar (preparations for the birthday of the Queen). Eventually we started for home via Trafalgar Square, visiting cultural sites along the way. We stopped to see the statue of the explorer Captain Cook, the Admiralty Arch, and Trafalgar Square.


We eventually took the city bus back home. After a quick takeout dinner, we all headed back downtown to St Martin’s Theatre to see an Agatha Christie play called “The Mousetrap.” It was a fun murder mystery. The Mousetrap opened in 1952 and has been running continuously since then, so it was a real fixture in that area.

April 22, 2016. London to Dover, England

Cathy, Peter, Liz, and Jim took a trip to the southeast coast of England and the town of Dover, stopping to visit Canterbury Cathedral along the way.

We took an early train to Canterbury Cathedral and the town of Dover. Long-distance trains in Europe run really fast, to 150 mph, so the trip to Canterbury took only about an hour. It was fun seeing the urban area of London graded into rural areas and then farm lands. We looked for birds along the way, but the train ran so fast that were only able to identify Carrion Crows and a Little Egret (looks like North American Snowy Egret).

We packed light for the weekend, but we ended up getting off the train in Canterbury and hauling our luggage through town and the cathedral. We had hoped to check our luggage at the train station, but it turned out that we departed from a different station.

We walked through Canterbury to the castle gate. It was interesting to see modern buildings (many restored to look historic) set up against the exterior castle walls. I guess it has been like this since the beginning, but from a US perspective, it was unexpected. In fact, the castle walls were, for the most part, buildings with businesses facing the street.


Passing through the Cathedral Gate, we deposited our $15/each and headed onto the grounds. The central feature is the Cathedral, but there are many other buildings inside the walls. We proceeded directly into the cathedral and did our own walking tour. It was interesting to see the stained glass windows and architecture. The first cathedral was built here in about AD 597. Wars over the centuries damaged parts, which have been rebuilt, but most of the older stuff seems to date from about AD 1070.

Lots of people are buried inside the Cathedral, perhaps the most famous of whom is Thomas Becket. He was murdered inside the Cathedral in 1170 in an attempt by King Henry II to assert supremacy of the monarch over Church affairs. Supporters built a shrine inside the Cathedral that stood from 1220 until it was destroyed by Henry VIII in 1538, but now only a candle burns on the floor where the shrine stood. Other cool dead people in the Cathedral include the Black Prince (Edward of Woodstock, Prince of Wales) who died in 1376 and would have become King Edward IV if he had survived his father. King Henry IV is buried here, too.

The Cathedral has an extensive collection of historical books. In the crypt below the Cathedral, we got to view a rarely seen 17th century book of Shakespeare’s works , the Second Folio, containing 36 of the 38 plays attributed to Shakespeare (printed in 1632).

One thing that struck me was the graffiti inside the Cathedral, and apparently I only saw a little of it. We work hard at home to protect historical sites from damage, and seeing graffiti scratched into the wall here during the 1600s really annoys me and makes me want to work harder to protect treasures at home.


Graffiti dated 1667 and 1670 — We don’t remember who TH and RW were, but we curse them to this day!

We departed Canterbury on the train to Dover, another short journey, and as I recall, on a commuter train this time. In Dover, we hauled our luggage downtown looking for a late lunch, but we were between traditional lunch and dinner, and few places were open. We stopped at The Beano Cafe, which had a fair crowd inside. We might be excused for expecting Mexican food, but it was British food cooked by Middle Eastern immigrants. An online TripAdvisor review reads: Eat where the locals eat! Good value. We had fish and chips it was not amazing but still we enjoyed. £5,5 for Cod, chips and peas. I could have written this myself, except to add that the cod was one huge slab of fish.

After eating, we walked up to the B&B: Bleriots Guest House (Bleriot’s Belper House). This was a simple, quiet, and pleasant place to stay, and our room had a wonderful west-facing view across the backyard into a tall tree that was a magnet for birds, especially Eurasian Blue Tit, Great Tit, Common Chaffinch, European Greenfinch, and European Goldfinch. We also had nice sunset views from the room. Other birds in the B&B yard included Herring Gull, Rock Pigeon (Feral Pigeon), European Turtle-Dove, Eurasian Collared-Dove, Eurasian Magpie, Eurasian Jackdaw, Carrion Crow, and Dunnock. Not a bad list for not really trying.


In the evening, we ventured out in a light rain to a basement pub for a couple of beers and live music.

April 23, 2016. Dover Castle and White Cliffs of Dover

We started our day with a great breakfast at the B&B. We had quite a few choices, but I took the “full English breakfast,” which included  bacon, eggs, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried bread (more like toast dipped in lard and deep fried), sausage, baked beans, coffee, and I’m sure something else. It was a lot of food, and the B&B also provided yoghurt, cereal, juice, milk, and other breakfast foods.

We departed on foot and hiked up to Dover Castle. It turned out that the weekend of April 23-24 is St. George’s Festival where visitors can witness the “ultimate showdown as gallant St George takes on his arch nemesis in England’s most legendary battle.”


Unfortunately, the morning was bitter cold, with temperatures hovering just above freezing, and windy, so we didn’t spend much time outdoors where we would have “gasped as the lances shattered in the medieval joust; felt the earth tremble as the Norman warriors of 1066 marched to their arena; marveled as feathers flew in the falconry; and chortled at the cheeky jester.” We also didn’t watch fearsome fellows battle it out in the Clash of Knights or visit the Roman gladiator’s arena for displays of courage and might [with some grammar edits].

We did, however, “immerse ourselves into the sights, smells, and sounds of this historical extravaganza.” Perhaps the most notable things we saw were the medieval actors in the cooking and pooping section. These people were real pros and lived the history. The medieval foods lady gave a great talk, put on a grand show, and answered all the questions – in character. The “poop guy” works on internal parasites and put on a memorable show and wide-ranging discussion about poop in the middle ages. Did you know they used urine to make gunpowder?


Scat-ologist. This guy was a real gem: smart, funny, well educated, and very enthusiastic

After visiting the main castle building, we walked across the grounds to the Roman Lighthouse. This structure, one of a pair, is about 80-ft tall and was build by the Romans in about AD 50, soon after their invasion of England. The outer structure is original, but the lighthouse innards were converted to be used as a bell tower for the adjacent Saxon church (St Mary in Castro) that dates from about AD 600 (although heavily restored to current conditions).


Roman Lighthouse dating from the first century (note Liz at bottom of lighthouse)

We could have spent all weekend inside the castle, and never even looked at World War II modifications, but we pressed on to our other goal for the day: a walk along the White Cliffs of Dover. We caught a cab from the castle to the White Cliffs trailhead where we were assured we could get a cab for the return trip.

We started off on what would be 4.5 miles of hiking atop the White Cliffs of Dover. The wind was down a bit and the afternoon temperature was up a bit, but a brisk pace was required to stay warm. The trail was well worn as hundreds of people per week walk here, and initially, a well maintained, 5-ft wide gravel trail ran 0.4 miles to a nice overlook with views up the coast along the white cliffs and across the English Channel to France in the distance.


From there, we continued along the cliffs heading northeast all the way to South Foreland Lighthouse. At the lighthouse, we took an interesting tour of inside. Our guide was very knowledgable about the lighthouse, the history of shipwrecks in the area, and the war history.


South Foreland Lighthouse (view northeast)

We walked back to the trailhead hoping to relax and warm up with a cup of coffee only to find the facility closed. We also discovered that the city bus had just left for the last time (nobody mentioned that earlier?) and we couldn’t get the taxi to come out. One worker did come out and told us how to walk back to town using a foot trail that was more direct than what the taxi had taken. We were tired, but at least it was all downhill to the harbor. We hailed a taxi there, but the guy refused to take us because of some rules regarding in-town vs. out-of-town taxi rules, so we walked on.

We had intended to go out to a pub in the evening for dinner (The White Horse), but it happened that we walked right by it, so we stopped in to relax and have a pint. This was the pub where everyone who swims the Channel can stop in for a free pint and write their name on the wall. We were surprised by the number of names: they were written everywhere, and some had several dates.

Birds of the day: Northern Fulmar, Great Cormorant, Herring Gull, Lesser Black-backed Gull, Rock Pigeon (Feral Pigeon), Common Wood-Pigeon, Eurasian Magpie, Eurasian Jackdaw, Carrion Crow, Sky Lark, Eurasian Blue Tit, Great Tit, European Robin, Eurasian Blackbird, Dunnock, Common Chaffinch, European Greenfinch, Hawfinch.

April 24, 2016. Dover to London

After another great full English Breakfast without the deep-fried lard bread, we departed on foot heading downtown. Our first stop was the Dover Museum where a lot of history is packed into a fairly small building. The ground floor was mostly ancient history and the Roman Invasion. It is hard to believe that the Romans brought war-elephants across the channel on boats when they invaded England.

The most interesting artifact, however, was a bronze-age boat that dates from about 1550 BC. Yes, that is a wooden boat that is about 3,500 years old! The exhibit and explanations were great, and I was impressed by how complicated the structure was — those people were pretty smart.

After touring the museum, we walked to the waterfront and got aboard the Southern Queen for a 40-minute boat tour of the harbor. We endured a bitter-cold wind and even got a bit of snow and hail on the open-air boat, but it was fun and gave a different view of the White Cliffs of Dover.



After the harbor tour, we stopped for lunch in a nice restaurant. I forget the name of the place, but the food was tasty and I’d give it a good review. We then caught a cab to the B&B, recovered our bags, and continued to the train station.

Heading towards London on the train, we watched the scenery and the birds pass by. Following along a river, we saw Black-headed Gulls, Gray Herons, and a few ducks, but overall it was another study in changing landscapes: this time from agricultural to rural to urban. After a fun 3-day weekend, it was nice to be “home” with Cathy and Peter.

April 25, 2016. London Parks, Museums, and City Life

After the weekend, Cathy and Peter both headed off to work, and Liz and I rode the city bus towards downtown. We stopped at Hyde Park, an enormous city park, to do some walking and urban birding. They had some nice water features and lots of trees, and for not really trying, we made a pretty good list of birds in Hyde Park: Canada Goose, Mute Swan, Mallard, Tufted Duck, Great Crested Grebe, Eurasian Moorhen, Herring Gull, Rock Pigeon, Common Wood-Pigeon, Rose-ringed Parakeet, Eurasian Magpie, Carrion Crow, Eurasian Blue Tit, and Eurasian Blackbird.

We eventually wandered over to the Wallace Collection, Liz’s brother’s favorite museum in London. It was a classy place: (edited from the Wikipedia page): The Wallace Collection is an art collection that includes a range of fine and decorative arts from the 15th to the 19th centuries with large holdings of French 18th-century paintings, furniture, arms and armor, porcelain, and Old Master paintings. The museum was established in 1897 from the private collection of Richard Seymour-Conway (1800–1870), who left it to his illegitimate son Sir Richard Wallace (1818–1890), whose widow bequeathed the entire collection to the nation. So, during the 1800s, Wallace’s old-man gathered a grand collection of stuff, then Wallace created a museum to show off his inherited collection.


From the Wallace Collection, we wandered through town looking for some fabric that Liz needed to help Cathy with a minor sewing project.


Liz in her element: a small, independent fabric shop

During this time, it rained heavily on us, but in one little fabric shop, we were directed to the Liberty Shopping Center, a grand Tudor-revival building built in the 1920s and filled with high-end fashion and luxury homeware. It also had a  large fabric shop. While Liz inspected the wares, I was fascinated by the handmade window frames and window-opening hardware. Looking at the glass and handwork, I was surprised to learn that the building was only built in the 1920s as it seemed much older. The main timbers in the building, however, were reclaimed from two old sailing ships.


The Liberty building, a faux Tudor-style shopping center built in the 1920s

Back at home, Liz was tickled to join Peter on a walking-trip to their local grocery store. Liz has a great fondness for grocery stores, and it is always interesting to see how other people solve the problems of life.

April 26, Tuesday.  British Museum

Again, Cathy and Peter both headed off to work while Liz and I rode the city bus towards downtown. This time, we went directly to the British Museum and spent all day visiting only a small fraction of the holdings.

We started on the ground floor and visited the Egyptian, Greek, and Roman exhibits. Liz was excited to see the Rosetta Stone, and of course I enjoyed the Greek and Roman goddesses. Much of the large-scale artwork depicted scenes of warfare and power, reinforcing the notion that the history of humanity is the history of war.


Later, we visited the upper floor where we visited all sorts of collections, including the Mesopotamia Room (6000–1500 BC), the Ancient South Arabia (mostly Yemen) Room (1000 BC–500 AD), Britain and Europe Room (800 BC–AD 43), and others to the modern era.



In the evening, Peter and Cathy took us out to a great little Indian restaurant. We rode the bus out, visited a bookstore, ate dinner, and walked back to the flat.

The story continues as: Overseas Travel and Urban Birding — Part 2: Germany

Liz at Pipe Canyon Beach

Backpacking in the Grand Canyon

November 15, Sunday — Grand Canyon

Departing fairly early, Liz and I closed up the house, gave the cat a last scratch behind the ears, and headed for the Grand Canyon. The day was cool and mostly cloudy, but except for some heavy rain near Seligman, the weather was fine for our five-hour journey.

Rain on I-40 Eastbound

Rain on I-40 Eastbound

Upon arrival at the South Rim, we secured a site in Mather Campground and headed out to investigate trail conditions. We intended to hike down the South Kaibab Trail, so we parked at the visitor center and caught the shuttle bus to Yaki Point.

About the time we arrived at the Grand Canyon, it started snowing, and out at Yaki Point, the ice-encrusted sign read: Trail may be Icy. True it was, but people were going down and coming up, so we figured we could get down in the morning.

South Kaibab Trailhead Sign

Yaki Point, South Kaibab Trailhead Sign

Yaki Point

Liz at Yaki Point before the Storm

We then went to the Backcountry Office to check on our permit and current trail conditions, all of which were fine, but we learned of a wind advisory for the next day with winds of 40+ mph expected on the narrow ridges along the South Kaibab Trail — Yikes! At least there was some chance that the storm would pass in the night and the morning would be clear and sunny.

In the blustery cold, we decided to eat an early dinner in the Bright Angel Lodge rather than at the campground. After dinner, we walked along the rim towards the El Tovar Hotel as the sun set around 4:30 PM and the darkness began to close during these short days of winter. Dark-eyed Juncos and Western Bluebirds hastily scratched among fallen leaves looking for tasty morsels to fill their bellies as the cold of a long night approached, and we visited the warm Verkamp’s Visitor Center where the Park Service has done a nice job of reviewing cultural history at the South Rim.

Back at the campground, the ground was white with about an inch of snow covering everything, but the sky was clear (foretelling a cold night) and we hoped that the snow storm had passed. Retiring to a warm nest in the back of our van, we settled in for a long night anticipating an early start to our morning backpack. The winds blew hard during the night, but a 3 AM bathroom trip confirmed clear sky, the wind had died, and we had no new snow.

November 16, Monday — Grand Canyon Backpack Day 1

Expecting a sunny morning, dawn seemed to take a long time as we stayed snuggled down inside our warm, zip-together sleeping bag. Eventually we realized, however, that it was later than we thought and the windows of the van were crusted over in a thick layer of snowy ice. Getting up, we were alarmed to learn that the sliding side doors were frozen shut, but Liz was able to raise the back door and we escaped our icy enclosure.

Mather camp with snow

Mather Campground. First Morning. Liz in the snow with the van

During the pre-dawn hours, we added a couple of inches of snow during the 26-degree night, and it was still snowing hard. Unsettled by the storm and in anticipation of a steep and icy, even dangerous South Kaibab Trail, we decided to drive back to the backcountry office and see if we could change our hiking permit to a safer trail.

Some of the roads had been plowed during the early morning hours, but the road was icy and drivers were doing a fair bit of slipping and sliding. We slowly and carefully drove to the backcountry office, and it seems that shortly after our arrival at the long-term parking lot, the park shut down the shuttle bus service due to the dangerous road conditions.

We were able to change our permit from the South Kaibab Trail to the Bright Angel Trail. Technically, our first night was scheduled for the Bright Angel Campground at Phantom Ranch in the bottom of the Grand Canyon, but that would mean hiking 7 miles down the steep South Kaibab Trail or 9.5 miles down the not-so-steep Bright Angel Trail, and I wasn’t sure that we could make 9.5 miles on our first day out. Thus, we changed our permit to allow us to spend our first night in Indian Garden Campground, which is only 4.5 miles down the Bright Angel Trail.

With a shorter hike for the first day, we decided to eat breakfast at the Maswik Lodge and wait to see if the storm would clear by noon as forecast.

The storm did not clear, and in a driving snowstorm, we loaded water and final items into our backpacks before closing the van. We walked the few hundred yards to the Bright Angel Trailhead, glad that we didn’t need to wait for a Yaki Point shuttle bus that might come tomorrow. Jim did take a nasty fall on the ice while crossing the railroad tracks, and we both hoped that didn’t portend things to come.

Departing the trailhead at 11 AM, fogged in with heavy snow falling and still at 26 degrees, we started down into the Grand Canyon under a forecast of snow all day but clearing by the next morning. We passed a few people higher up, but the trail was unusually empty even for this time of year. Parts of the trail were icy, but the fresh snow improved our grip on the trail, and never again did either of us slip and fall, which is particularly good given that from many places along upper parts of the trail people could slip into the abyss and never be seen again.

Bright Angel Trailhead

Liz and Jim at Bright Angel Trailhead; 26 degrees

We descended into the canyon at a fairly quick rate, and even wearing layers of coats and rain gear, we stayed cool. We didn’t stop to rest until we reached 1.5-mile Resthouse, a stone structure built during early days of the park. Inside was dry, and we propped our packs up on the windowsill, ate trail snacks (it was now noon), and shed some layers as the snow was now falling more gently and in the narrow canyon, the wind was merely a light breeze. The nearby toilets were useful for returning some of our Maswik coffee to the canyon.

1.5-Mile Resthouse

1.5-Mile Resthouse

Departing 1.5-mile Resthouse, the trail was still covered in snow, but shortly below there, the trail became clear. We still had plenty of snow on the bushes and trees, but the trail was becoming muddy rather than icy. Descending this section, the clouds lifted somewhat, giving us views down into the canyon, and at one point, even a bit of direct sun on the fall-colored trees in Indian Garden Campground.

Muddy Bright Angel Trail

Muddy Bright Angel Trail

We arrived at 3-mile Resthouse and again took a break inside the structure at 2 PM and again recycled coffee at the nearby toilets. A group of noisy young adults joined us there, but we were glad they had more energy and walked faster than we did, and soon their noise faded away in the depths of the canyon.

3-Mile Resthouse

3-Mile Resthouse

Departing 3-mile Resthouse, we descended quickly through the Redwall Limestone, an imposing vertical wall of limestone, some 500-ft thick, where the trail was blasted out of the cliff. This cliff, about halfway down the canyon, forms a barrier to travel that can only be breached in a few places.

Redwall Limestone

Bright Angel Trail descending through the Redwall Limestone

Below the Redwall, the trail drops into the bottom of Garden Wash and continues down at a fair grade, but at this time below all of the visible cliffs rather than above them. Along the wash, we encountered the first of several groups of mule deer, this one with a yearling.

Yearling Mule Deer

Yearling Mule Deer and Doe

About a mile down the canyon, we arrived at Indian Garden Campground at 3 PM. For desert backpackers, this is a high-end place with shade trees (Fremont’s cottonwood, velvet ash, redbud, and even wild grapevines), covered picnic tables, running water, and composting toilets well provisioned with paper.

Indian Garden Campground

Campsite in Indian Garden Campground

Indian Garden was, in fact, an Indian garden before white settlers ran them off in the early 1900s, that is well supplied with spring water. Our campsite was between to two small springs, and during warmer weather, we probably would have been serenaded by canyon tree frogs and red-spotted toads. During this cold weather, however, everyone was silent and probably sleeping away tucked down in the mud.

With the storm, most of the 25-or-so campsites were empty when we arrived, but by dark (before 5 PM) few sites remained open. It was a damp cold that evening, and most campers were in their tents early, but we stayed up later than most as Liz cooked a nice box dinner with a package of chicken. We too eventually turned in and settled into a long night that got down into the high-20s. We also heard what sounded like the calls of a Flammulated Owl during the night, but it seems a bit late in the year for this species.

After only hiking 4.5 miles, we were both surprised by how sore our legs had become, although we didn’t really notice them until we got to camp and our muscles started to stiffen up. Jim also pulled a muscle in his back, but that might have been the result of the fall on the railroad tracks.

November 17, Tuesday — Grand Canyon Backpack Day 2

After a cold night with high, blustery winds and temperatures in the high 20s, the sun arrives late in deep side canyons on the south side of the Grand Canyon, and we were up and long gone from camp (9:30 AM) before it came up over the cliffs. A ways down the trail, however, we stopped for a few minutes to bask in the warn sunshine. At this elevation, the cottonwood trees were just starting to turn color, and after a day under the clouds, tree-fulls of bright yellow sun-lit leaves were striking.

Bright Angel Trail

Cottonwood Tree along Bright Angel Trail

Scattered cottonwoods lined Garden Creek, and as we followed it downstream, the trail initially ran along sandstone ledges above the stream, putting us at eye-level with the yellow leaves. The stream channel slowly cut down through the Tapeats Sandstone, a cliff-forming layer of early to middle Cambrian age, and after crossing the Great Unconformity, we dropped into the wash and hopped across the stream a few times.

Bright Angel Trail

Bright Angel Trail following rocky ledges

The Great Unconformity, a “non-layer,” represents pages missing from the book of history in this area where about 1-billion years of history are missing. Not really missing, mountains once stood here, but over those billion years, the mountains eroded to form a flat plain. What we now see as the Vishnu Schist is the core of those old mountains, and as sea levels rose, the Tapeats Sandstone represents beach sand that washed along the ancient shoreline.

Great Unconformity

Liz at the Great Unconformity

Now in the Vishnu Schist, the “basement rock” of the grand canyon, our narrow Garden Creek Canyon opened abruptly onto the broad shoulder of a ridge. Here, atop the Devil’s Corkscrew, Garden Creek falls away into a narrow canyon in a series of waterfalls, while the trail turns away from the creek to cut down and across cliffs where the trail was blasted out of the bedrock.

Garden Creek

Garden Creek cascades into narrow canyon

Near the top of the Devil’s Corkscrew, the trail crosses two seeps where a few cottonwood trees cling to the cliff and shade rocky walls covered with marsh vegetation including ferns, mosses, and even orchids. Unfortunately, none of the flowers were blooming.

Devil's Corkscrew

Top of Devil’s Corkscrew

In the Devil’s Corkscrew, the trail winds down and around the head of a canyon ending in a series of switchbacks. Here, the summer sun reaches straight down to cook the rocks and produce an oven-effect for hapless mid-day hikers. For us, however, after passing the sunny seeps, we descended into deep winter shadows.

Devil's Corkscrew

Middle of Devil’s Corkscrew

Below the Devil’s Corkscrew, the trail runs down Pipe Canyon at a moderate grade. Higher up, Pipe Creek ran as a trickle, but about a mile down canyon, Garden Creek cascaded down the cliffs and joined Pipe Creek. We hopped back and forth across the wider creek a few times, only dampening our boots a time or two. Pipe Canyon eventually narrows and sharply winds back and forth through S-curves making all of the canyon walls look the same until suddenly there was no canyon wall ahead, and we arrived on the bank of the Colorado River just after noon.

Pipe Canyon

Bright Angel Trail along Pipe Creek

We stopped to celebrate our arrival at the bottom of the Grand Canyon by eating lunch and taking celebratory photos. It was a bucket-list item to get Liz to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, so technically we could check it off at that point, but we decided it made more sense to do the checking when we got back to the South Rim.


Liz in the bottom of the Grand Canyon

The Bright Angel Trail technically ends here, and after lunch, we followed the River Trail east heading upstream along the Colorado. Along most of this section, the Vishnu cliffs drop straight into the river, so trail builders again took to blasting a trail into the cliffs. We were actually following the trace of a water pipe along here, which it turns out to be nice because the engineers made for gentle slopes and wide turns. We learned that all of the water on the South Rim comes from Roaring Springs, high on the North Rim. Water is piped down from the North Rim following the North Kaibab Trail, across the Colorado under a suspension bridge, down the River Trail, then up cliffs to Indian Garden (delivered to our campground water faucets), and finally up to the South Rim.

River Trail

River Trail heading upstream

Eventually the River Trail dropped to the banks of the Colorado and we crossed the river on the Silver Suspension Bridge to the north side. A few more yards upstream, and we turned up Bright Angel Canyon. The delta of Bright Angel Creek is broad and is used by the Park Service for mule corrals, ranger housing, and a waste treatment plant.

Silver Suspension Bridge

Silver Suspension Bridge

A few minutes up Bright Angel Canyon, Bright Angel Campground begins on the west side of the creek. The canyon is narrow here, and designated campsites line the rock wall. About halfway along the campground, the trail passes restrooms with flush toilets, electric lights, and electrical outlets. Above there, the canyon is somewhat wider and campsites line both sides of the trail. Campsites on the left lie up against the rock walls, and those on the right overlook Bright Angel Creek. Considering what little remained vacant, we were lucky to get the relatively isolated campsite against the cliffs just south of the toilets.

Bright Angel Campground

Campsite in Bright Angel Campground

We had heard that there had been a problem with the water pipeline, but the park website suggested that everything would be fixed a month before our arrival. Alas, this was not the case. Somewhere up the canyon, the pipe broke, and while water is flowing to the South Rim, they were having problems with the system in the Phantom area (Phantom Ranch Lodge and Bright Angel Campground), and the water was turned off.

Camper water was available from a single faucet outside the dining room at Phantom Ranch, necessitating a 1/2-mile, round trip, hike from the campground. Of course we could get water from the creek and treat it ourselves, but it was downstream from the Phantom Ranch mule barns and so not too inviting. At the restroom, the water was turned off, but the park service had stationed a 1,500 gallon firefighting water tank by the men’s door, and everyone had to carry water in 5 gallon buckets from the water tank to pour into the toilet to effect a flush. It worked, but it was less the optimal. The people staying at the lodge for $140 per cabin per night had similar inconvenience with the toilets, but also suffered from lack of showers — without an annoyance discount.

Phantom Ranch

Phantom Ranch; camper water outside the Cantina

Perhaps the true motivation for the trip was the opportunity to see Ringtails (aka Ringtail cats) in the campground where some years ago they had become real pests for campers as they did everything they could to steal food. When Jim was there in 2006, a pack of Ringtails raided his campsite, but he woke up too late to see anything more than a black-and-white banded tail disappear into the bushes.


Ringtail: Our most-wanted mammal species

We’ve looked for them elsewhere, and we’ve interacted with captive Ringtails, but we’ve never found them in the wild. As a result, Liz cooked a dinner that smelled good enough to bring in ringtails, but no such luck. We sat up late into the night hoping for nocturnal visitors, but alas, by 10 PM we gave up and went to bed. We never did see any ringtails, so we’ll have to keep looking elsewhere.

Bright Angel Campground

Night sky from Bright Angel Campground

November 18, Wednesday — Grand Canyon Backpack Day 3

At the bottom of the Grand Canyon, at only some 2,500 feet elevation, it is supposed to be warm at night, but it was not to be as temperatures dipped to about 30 degrees. Again, we were colder than we expected, but at least here on the north side of the river, the sun comes up earlier than it does in Indian Garden. With nothing to do today, we lounged around breakfast and enjoyed an extra cup of coffee. We decided to do two short hikes today, or maybe just one if we were still feeling sore.

Bright Angel Campground

Too early to get up in Bright Angel Campground

At about 10 AM, we set off on the River Loop Trail, which departs Bright Angel Camp upstream to the Black Suspension Bridge, crosses the river, goes through a tunnel, climbs steeply towards the sky, then descends at a gentle grade about a mile downstream to the Silver Suspension Bridge. From there, we could retrace our tracks from the day before back to camp for a total of 2+ miles.

Bridge over Bright Angel Creek

Bridge over Bright Angel Creek

Starting out, we crossed a bridge over Bright Angel Creek, which already was warm from the sun. Across the bridge, we headed east on the South Kaibab Trail, upstream along the Colorado, and quickly arrived at a trail junction. We detoured to the right and wandered down the Boat Beach Trail to where river runners haul out on a sandy beach in a backwater area. There were about a dozen small rafts and several kayaks tied up along the beach, and one group of yahoo raft guides made us glad we were just wandering by rather than doing the river with them.

Boat Beach

Boat Beach

Back on the South Kaibab Trail, we continued east and saw that the Side-blotched Lizards already were coming out to bask in the morning sun. We also passed the grave site of Rees Griffiths, a CCC trail-crew foreman killed by rock fall in 1922, and the Bright Angel Pueblo, an interesting archaeological ruin where several families lived while farming the Bright Angel delta during about 500-1250 AD, but mostly 1050-1150 AD.

Bright Angel Pueblo

Bright Angel Pueblo

A few minutes beyond the pueblo, the trail reaches the Black Suspension Bridge. We had nice views up and down the river from the bridge and probably stopped to relax in the sun for a few extra minutes before dipping back into the shadows.

Black Suspension Bridge

Trail approaching Black Suspension Bridge

Interestingly, the south side of the bridge ends at a tunnel, where the trail cuts through a rocky buttress (about 40-50 yards long) before emerging onto steep, rocky slopes on the south side of the Colorado River.

Black Suspension Bridge

Black Suspension Bridge: trail goes into tunnel on south side.

On the South Kaibab Trail, we immediately began climbing a steep series of switchbacks and Liz just busted up the trail without stopping until we reached the River Trail junction, which was several hundred vertical feet above the river. It turns out this was a good omen for our upcoming climb out of the canyon.

South Kaibab Trail

South Kaibab Trail

On the River Trail, we turned downstream and followed the trail west. As elsewhere, the trail was blasted out of the rocky cliffs and supported both the trail and the water pipe. From the trail junction, the trail runs mostly level for a ways then descends to the Silver Suspension Bridge, for a total of about 1 mile. Along the way, we enjoyed one spot of warm sun, explored a narrow slot canyon, saw several species of blooming shrubs, and generally had a nice stroll above the river with grand views into the distance. In this area, the Vishnu Schist is highly metamorphosed, twisted, and incised with striking granitic dikes of Zoroaster Granite.


River Trail: Vishnu Schist highly incised with Zoroaster Granite dikes

At the Silver Suspension Bridge, we crossed back to the sunny side of the river and returned to camp for lunch and a chance to rest for a few minutes in the sun. The high for the day got to about 60 degrees, and basking in sun the was a treat.

Silver Suspension Bridge

Silver Suspension Bridge

After lunch, we hiked up through the campground to Phantom Ranch, then continued up the North Kaibab Trail for 1-1/2 miles or so. Starting out, we enjoyed the warm sunshine, but eventually the canyon narrowed and began to wind about, plunging us back into the shade of winter.

North Kaibab Trail at Phantom Ranch

North Kaibab Trail at Phantom Ranch

As on the south side of the river, the Vishnu Schist is highly metamorphosed and incised with granitic dikes making rock walls that are a mix of pink and black, but here the walls supported wonderful cactus gardens. Most of the species were familiar from home, but we saw lots of Graham’s Fishhook Cactus (Mammillaria grahamii), a species of fishhook cactus that while small, is much larger than our familiar species from home. Other common and familiar species included Catclaw Acacia, Nevada Ephedra, and Brittlebush. We also saw a few more Side-blotched Lizards.

North Kaibab Trail cactus garden

North Kaibab Trail cactus garden

We hiked upstream, crossing two bridges, to the confluence of Bright Angel Creek and Phantom Creek. We had intended to hike up the deep and narrow Phantom Canyon, but Bright Angel Creek was running too high for us to ford the creek without getting our boots wet. It was also too cold to wade the creek and get wet, although we would have enjoyed private baths up the canyon after three days on the trail. Hiking back down, we did find a quiet spot off the trail where we could get quick baths, but it sure was cold!

Bright Angel Canyon at Phantom Canyon

Bright Angel Canyon, looking up Phantom Canyon

Back at camp, we relaxed a bit, then after dark walked back up to Phantom Ranch for dinner. The lodge offers dinners for campers, steak at the early sitting (about $50/plate), and beef stew at the late sitting (about $35/plate; all you can eat). Eating out during a backpacking trip was a treat, but it wasn’t as good as I had expected from my 2006 visit. Even so, we had fresh green salad with vinaigrette dressing, cornbread with butter, hot and cold tea, coffee, and chocolate cake. They also make a vegetarian stew, which to me was the highlight of the meal. Liz was good, but I ate too much. Dinner is served “family style,” with people sitting at long tables and passing things back and forth. We met an interesting woman from Phoenix who works for a local NPR radio station and was doing a report on hiking in the canyon. Another couple was from Vermont, and we kept running into them on the trails.

Phantom Ranch Cantina

Phantom Ranch Cantina before dinner

Afterwards, we attended on impromptu evening program in the outdoor amphitheater given by a National Geographic photographer who was trying to do a thru-hike of the Grand Canyon. It turns out that more people have walked on the moon than have thru-hiked the canyon, and as he described the difficulties, it was clear to understand why. He had walked from Lee’s Ferry to Phantom Ranch in about 2 months, and intended to take a break before continuing downstream.

Back at camp, we spent a few minutes hoping to see ringtails, but gave up before it got too late and we got too cold. We did hear Great Horned Owls calling, so not all was lost. While we had been in Bright Angel Campground, the nightly forecasts were for temperatures in the mid-40s, but both nights were actually in the mid-30s, colder than we expected, and we should each have brought another layer of clothing.

Bright Angel Campground

Bright Angel Campground stars

November 19, Thursday — Grand Canyon Backpack Day 4

On our last morning in the bottom of the Grand Canyon, Jim awoke in the early dawn hours to see a Great Horned Owl fly over camp heading for its roost tree somewhere upstream.

We actually set an alarm and got up about 6:30 AM hoping for an early start on the trail because we didn’t know how slowly we would hike back up to Indian Garden Campground. We ate a quick breakfast and broke camp in time to get on the trail shortly before 8 AM — not bad timing for us — about an hour earlier than usual.

Bright Angel Campground

Bright Angel Campground: packing up last of the gear

We crossed the Silver Suspension Bridge into the winter shadows, said good bye to Phantom Ranch and all of the uncooperative ringtails, and headed downstream along the Colorado River. About 1/2-hours out, we got into a spot of sun and stopped to bask for a minute or two, then continued up across the cliffs on the blasted-out trail.

Bright Angel Trail

Bright Angel Trail: a spot of sun

In about an hour, we arrived at the River Resthouse where we planned to stop, rest, and eat trail snacks. We felt fine, so we just recycled some coffee and turned up Pipe Canyon, glancing back for one last look at the Colorado River and leaving the bottom of the Grand Canyon, proper.

Composting Toilet at River Resthouse

Composting Toilet at River Resthouse

We hiked up along Pipe Creek for about 45 minutes without stopping until we reached the base of Devil’s Corkscrew. We had planned our second stop here, and this time we took off the packs and spent a few minutes relaxing. This time, we also noticed a mine opening across the creek, so of course, Jim had to go investigate. The adit ran back about 30-40 feet into the cliff following a narrow vein of white rock. Not sure what is was, apparently it wasn’t valuable enough to keep working the mine. This likely was one of the Cameron mines operated not for the minerals but rather to control access along the trail where Cameron charged tourists $1 each to pass through his claims.

Old mine entrance along Bright Angel Trail

Old mine entrance along Bright Angel Trail

After our 20-minute rest, we started up the Devil’s Corkscrew, which starts as a series of steep switchbacks. To Jim’s surprise, Liz just kept going and going and going. Jim took a lot of photos, and in doing so, had a hard time catching up with Liz. We finally stopped for a 5-minute break at the upper spring where the cottonwood trees seemed even more yellow than before. This point is essentially the top of the steep Devil’s Corkscrew, and Liz hiked the entire way without stopping to rest — amazing!

Devil's Corkscrew

Devil’s Corkscrew: Liz climbing the switchbacks

From the spring, we walked the remaining 5 minutes to the top of the Devil’s Corkscrew, and this time stopped for a short sit-down break and a few trail snacks in the warm sunshine. While there, we looked up to the top of the adjacent cliffs and saw tiny dots moving along the edge. The tiny dots turned out to be people atop Plateau Point (atop the Tapeats Sandstone layer) that looked impossibly far above us, but was actually about the level of Indian Garden. Jim joked that we could just climb the cliff and short-cut the trail, but the joke was more to relieve the tension of thinking that Liz really could hike that far up (even on the trail) without having any trouble.

Devil's Corkscrew

Devil’s Corkscrew: Liz at the top

Departing the top of the corkscrew a minute or two before 11 AM, we continued up the trail following Garden Creek. We re-entered the narrow canyon with its winter shadows and hopped the stream twice as we worked our way up through the last of the Vishnu Schist to the Great Unconformity and the base of Tapeats Sandstone layer (11:20 AM). We stopped for a couple of minutes looking for a good place to photograph the Unconformity, but we realized that we’d already come up too far and weren’t about to hike back down looking for it.

Pipe Creek

Pipe Creek crossing

Winding up through the narrow canyon following Garden Creek, we dipped in an out of the shadows, hopped the creek a couple of more times, and suddenly we were above the Tapeats Sandstone (11:30 AM). Without even stopping to rest, Liz had hiked all the way to the level of Plateau Point that had looked impossibly high only 30 minutes before!

Bright Angel Trail atop the Tapeats Sandstone

Bright Angel Trail atop the Tapeats Sandstone

We stopped for a few minutes on a rock ledge in the sun that made for a nice bench, then continued up what turns out to be a steeper than expected hike along Garden Creek where it crosses the Tonto Platform (Bright Angel Shale layer).

Bright Angel Trail along Garden Creek

Bright Angel Trail along Garden Creek

We arrived into Indian Garden Campground a few minutes after noon and chose a site high on the hillside with nice views of the cliffs and fewer trees to provide shade (which is to say: more sunny than others). Surprised to be in so early, we relaxed in the sun, hung our gear to air and dry out, ate lunch, and generally lounged around for the afternoon.

Indian Garden Campground

Indian Garden Campground: Jim enjoying the sun

We wandered about the local area visiting the ranger station, the visitor center, and other facilities, but generally just relaxed. By about 1:30 PM, the sun went behind the cliffs and we bundled up again. We borrowed a book from the lending library about park rangers, and had fun reading about our former life. By 6:30 PM, it was dark enough for some great star photos, but by then it was cold and we went to bed. It wasn’t too cold, only getting down to about 40 degrees, but in Indian Garden it was a damp cold. Great Horned Owls called in the distance as we drifted off to sleep.

Indian Garden Campground

Indian Garden Campground: our campsite

November 20, Friday — Grand Canyon Backpack Day 5

This was another lay-over day, so we enjoyed sleeping in and eating a slow breakfast (hot oatmeal) with an extra cup of coffee.

Indian Garden Campground

Indian Garden Campground

Our adventure for the day as a 1.5-mile hike over gently rolling terrain to Plateau Point, the impossibly high cliff were we had seen dot-sized people the day before. It was a nice walk out over the Tonto Platform, and it gave Liz a good example of the terrain I’d traversed during several long, solo winter backpacking trips a decade ago. It is hard to believe the way time flies, but it was nice to be back on the Tonto.

Plateau Point Trail on the Tonto Platform

Plateau Point Trail on the Tonto Platform

We relaxed in the sun out on the point where the smooth rock allowed us to take off our boots and walk about freely. The 360-degree views were grand with the North and South rims standing tall above us and the Colorado River far below. It was even fun to look down on dot-people along the trail where we had been the day before. Right at our feet, the stone recorded the passing of Cambrian-era creatures as they scurried around on what as a muddy ocean bottom.

Plateau Point

Plateau Point

We spent about 1-1/2 hours on the sunny point, and during that time, we mostly had the site to ourselves. Day hikers from the South Rim occasionally interrupted our silence, but we had a chance to meet trail runners from Austria, a pair of elegantly dressed hikers from Spain, a lone hiker from Holland (where he says the land is entirely flat), and even one American kid from Iowa.

Plateau Point

Plateau Point

Hiking back to camp, we enjoyed the last of the sun for the day and dipped back into the winter shadows. In camp, we busied ourselves getting ready for the long hike out tomorrow, relaxed, ate too much so we wouldn’t have to carry it out, and listened to the owls again.

Indian Garden Campground

Indian Garden Campground: Redwall Limestone and stars

November 21, Saturday — Grand Canyon Backpack Day 6

Up early again to the sound of the iPod, we managed to get out of bed by 6:15 AM even though here in the canyon it was still dark enough to need a flash for photos. The night had been windy, but by dawn it was only breezy, and the breeze served to dry the tent and ground cover before we packed them up after an otherwise damp night.

Indian Garden Campground

Indian Garden Campground: too early to get up

On trail at 7:50 AM, we started up along the gentle grade of Garden Creek. We had our daily strategy set, but Jim thought it might be overly aggressive, despite how well Liz did coming up from the Colorado River. We arrived at our first rest stop, the base of the Redwall Limestone at 8:40 AM, sooner than we expected. We stopped to rest and snack. It was cold, and we only stayed long enough to let a mule train go by before Liz was ready to carry on.

Bright Angel Trail

Bright Angel Trail above Indian Garden

Climbing Jacob’s Ladder, a steep series of tight switchbacks, we climbed through the Redwall layer with barely more than a moment’s stop here and there.

Bright Angel Trail at Jacob's Ladder

Bright Angel Trail at Jacob’s Ladder in the Redwall Limestone

Taking photos, Jim stopped more often than Liz, and we arrived atop the cliffs at 3-Mile Resthouse at 9:20 AM. Only 30 minutes and Liz had climbed all the way through the Redwall! Things were looking good, but we still had 3 miles and thousands of feet to climb.

3-Mile Resthouse

Bright Angel Trail at 3-Mile Resthouse

After what seemed like a long, cold rest, we felt ready to go and departed 3-Mile Resthouse at 9:40 AM (only 20 minutes rest). Powering up the trail in slow-gear, Liz just kept climbing through the Supai Group, a mix of layered sandstone and mudstone. On the way down, we had slogged through mud in this area, but now the trail was dry, or seemed to be dry although we occasionally saw ice crystals in the mud.

Bright Angel Trail in the Supai layer

Bright Angel Trail in the Supai layer

Liz powered on, and by 11:10 AM we arrived at 1.5-Mile Resthouse where snow from our Monday storm had been pounded by so many feet into snow-ice on the trail. We stopped here to rest, snack, and recycle the last of the coffee, but it seemed very cold here, and by 11:40 AM we were back on the trail.

1.5-Mile Resthouse

Bright Angel Trail at 1.5-Mile Resthouse

Fortunately, as we left the 1.5-Mile Resthouse area, the snow cleared from the trail and the temperature seemed warmer. Climbing towards the base of the Coconino Sandstone, the big layer of vertical cliffs, Jim recalled seeing a bobcat here in 2006, and keeping an eye out, we saw several bobcat scats along the trail, so it was nice to see they were still around. We also saw a coyote scat, so the kitties better watch out.

Bobcat Scat

Bobcat Scat

We arrived at the base of the Coconino Sandstone at 12:00 noon and Liz kept powering along, taking only 20 minutes to climb all of the switchbacks and cross back through Second Tunnel. We had been told by a ranger at Indian Garden about clearly visible ruins near the trail just below the tunnel, but as hard as we looked, we saw nothing and kept climbing upward.

Bright Angel Trail in the Coconino Sandstone

Bright Angel Trail in the Coconino Sandstone

By this time, we were encountering more and more snow-ice on the trail, and even icicles at seeps along the cliffs, and by about 12:40 PM we found ourselves with serious slippery ice on one of the steepest parts of the trail. We carefully negotiated the worst of the ice, but often that meant walking on the very outside edge of the trail where a slip over the edge would surely be the last. We passed the steep section without incident, and the rest of the trail was either clear or much less steep. We were glad to have our trekking poles, but wished we’d brought our instep crampons.

Icy trail

Icy trail

By 1:10 PM, we were passing through First Tunnel accompanied by what turned out to be three bus-loads of Asian tourists. The icy trail was a bit crowded, but we continued upward, and Liz crested out onto the South Rim at 1:15 PM. Jim was amazed that we’d come all the way up in only 5-1/2 hours when he was afraid we might be coming out in the dark, and surprisingly, neither of us felt tired or sore.

Bright Angel Trailhead

Bright Angel Trailhead: we made it!

We checked off our bucket-list item, got a double-scoop of ice cream to share and celebrate, and hit the road. Driving pretty hard, we make it home by about 7:30 PM, successfully completing our grand adventure.

Ice cream on the rim

Ice cream on the rim: it takes two hands to handle a whopper!

First thoughts


Working with a friend, I suggested that he use WordPress to post his own materials without my interference. I thought perhaps I should take my own advice and opened an account with WordPress. Starting this blog, I hope it will be a convenient complement to my website: birdandhike.com

Pelagic Birding (aka: 17-day Cruise to Hawaii)

Liz and I found a great deal on a 17-day cruise to Hawaii that we turned into a serious pelagic birding trip (see map at end of this blog). We spent much of our time at sea on the deck or sitting inside with a view of the ocean. We’d been told to expect little at sea, and they were right, but we did see some wild birds, including Masked Booby, Black-footed Albatross, White-tailed Tropicbirds, Band-rumped Storm-Petrels, and Wedge-tailed Shearwaters. On the islands, we were disappointed by how little time we had to bird, but we saw some fun non-native species (e.g., Zebra Dove, Brazilian Red-crested Cardinal), Nene Geese, and a couple of native forest birds (Apapane and ‘Oma’o). Back at sea on the way home, the cool birds are few and far between, but how can one complain about Christmas Shearwaters on the day before Thanksgiving and a Red-footed Booby that stayed with the ship for three days catching and eating flying fish? Day by day details are given below.

Day 1. November 14. Las Vegas to San Diego.

We got out of town at a respectable 11 AM, but down across the California border Liz remembered that we forgot a piece of luggage, so we turned around to go get it. At home, it was reassuring to see that the cat-sitter had already been there, and after a quick lunch, we headed out again at about 1:30 PM.

Rather than fight traffic on the interstate all afternoon, we took the slightly longer, but more scenic, route through Mojave National Preserve. It was nice to visit again, even if we were just driving through. It is tarantula season, so we paid careful attention to the roadway and dodged several of our eight-legged friends.

Needless to say, we got to San Diego too late for any evening birding, but by about 8 PM we had settled into our favorite room at the Dolphin Motel for a comfortable night.


Dolphin Motel, our favorite place to stay in San Diego

Day 2. November 15. San Diego to the Pacific Ocean

We thought about getting up early and driving to the San Diego River to do some birding, but decided better of it and slept in. After a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, we finished packing our gear for the voyage and went for a walk along the harbor. The birds were pretty quiet, but three California Sealions came and played in the water beneath our feet. They are really big animals!

We checked out of the hotel at 11 AM and took a cab to the cruise terminal where we moved through check-in quickly and got on the Holland America Veendam by 1 PM. First things first, we ate lunch and wandered about the ship, including taking a guided tour of the public spaces. By 4:30 the sun was down, and at 5 PM, the ship pulled out. We had hoped to do some birding in near-shore waters, but other than seeing a few birds by the lights of the docks, we were out of luck.

As the lights of San Diego faded over the horizon, we went to dinner then retired to our room for the night. Liz put on a video and knitted in bed while I worked on the computer making webpages.


On board, getting ready to leave San Diego

Day 3. November 16. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

Our first full day at sea. Thinking back over the day, I see that life aboard ship revolves around food. Get up and eat, hang around for lunch, then busy one’s self until dinner. Oh, and don’t forget the afternoon and late-night snack.

Actually, we had a nice day rummaging around doing not much of anything. We spent some time in the morning birding, but saw nothing on the water or in the sky. At breakfast, we saw a school of silvery foot-long fish jumping as if to get somewhere faster out of the water. As we were finishing lunch, Liz spotted a real bird, and we ran to to see who it was. It turned out to be a fairly cooperative Masked Booby (World List #979) who flew around the ship for 5-10 minutes. If you only get one bird for the day, it might as well be a life-bird!

We attended a discussion about Hawaiian geology, Liz watched a lei-making demonstration, and we spent some time lounging on the deck where Liz knitted and I worked on webpages. After dinner we retired to our cabin for more of the same.


Only bird seen all day: sub-adult Masked Booby

Day 4. November 17. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

With overcast skies and without out much reason to get up, we slept late. Before breakfast I spent some time on the stern where the wind was down and the morning warmer, but still not a bird in sight. After breakfast, the wind came up out of the south and we retired to indoor areas. The Crow’s Nest Lounge provides nice forward-looking views and comfortable sitting, so this might be a favored location for the rest of the journey.

So far, I’ve set off SPOT every morning and evening, but I don’t know if we have coverage out here, and so far I’m not paying $0.50/minute to find out.

The birding highlight of the day was the only bird we saw: a Brown Booby. We’ve seen this species before, but at about 800 miles offshore, it seemed a bit unusual. The bird followed the boat and danced on the very high winds for most of an hour, permitting lots of nice photos and indoor, as well as outdoor photos.

The afternoon turned gray with heavy clouds, wind, and rain, but not so much to prevent me from climbing into the outdoor hot tub on the after deck.

We missed formal dinner because we got there too late for early seating and we didn’t want to wait for late seating. I didn’t mind taking off my suit and tie and eating with the common folk!

At 8:30 PM, we are 950 miles from San Diego and 1,620 miles from Hawaii.


Crow’s Nest Lounge with nice forward-looking view

Day 5. November 18. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

Day 3 at sea and we are settling in to a quiet, relaxing way of life. I was up early and out on the aft deck setting off SPOT, then went to breakfast. While settling breakfast and anticipating lunch, we walked a couple of laps around Deck 6, the walking deck. Off the stern, we were treated by a far-off Black-footed Albatross sailing effortlessly on the wind checking the chrun for tasty treats. So far as we could tell, it found nothing and disappeared into the horizon. Off the side of the ship, we noticed 4-5 flying fish gliding away to avoid the ship. It seemed that one of them glided over 100 yards. Off the bow, we saw a second bird — this time a Band-rumped Storm-Petrel. We’d seen them in the Galapagos Islands, so it was a treat to see another. Later, we saw two White-tailed Tropicbirds (World List #980) about an hour apart and both were flying far ahead of the ship.

We are experiencing heavy swells today from a storm some 400 miles north of here. The big waves come in sets, and some really pitched the ship. In the hot tub, water often sloshed out over the side, but the Captain says tomorrow should be smoother. I’m getting smarter — this time I set off SPOT while in the hot tub rather than going up on the deck later in the night.


Aft end of the ship pitching up in heavy seas

Day 6. November 19. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

We awoke to calmer seas and warm, sunny skies, just as the Captain forecast, with fewer than 1,000 miles to go to Hawaii. While sending the morning SPOT, which takes two cups of coffee, I saw a third, far-off White-tailed Tropicbird and a few old fishing-net floats. A couple of flying fish skittered away from the ship too. It seems odd to have seen no other boats along our way.

After breakfast, Liz went off to participate in a craft class, and after some time gazing off to the empty horizon, I settled into the Crow’s Nest for another day of computing. I’ve been fixing formatting inconsistencies on the vegetation webpages — something I hadn’t taken the time to do at home. The Crow’s Nest is a good place to work and watch for birds, and we spotted a couple more White-tailed Tropicbirds during the afternoon, but always at some great distance.

Before dinner, we walked a few laps around the ship, 4 laps to the mile they say. We were treated to two shearwaters, Wedge-tailed Shearwaters by our best guess, but they too didn’t stick around. We also saw 3-4 Black-footed Albatrosses, two of which followed close behind the ship giving nice photo opportunities with soft setting-sun colors. We had too much fun watching the albatrosses and missed the early seating at dinner, so we ate late. The hot tubs were closed for the night before I could get out for a soak, but we had nice starry skies, went I went to bed with a too-full belly.


Sub-adult Black-footed Albatross following the ship

Day 7. November 20. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

The morning SPOT was warm and sunny, with rain in the distance and a stiff breeze coming up from behind, but again no birds. The two cups of coffee were long gone by the time a chatty fellow decided to go chat up someone else, and I found Liz already in the breakfast line.

We’ll be in port tomorrow and the next four days, so we decided it was a good day for laundry. We don’t have anything to compare, but it seemed like half the ship had the same idea. After loading up the washers, Liz sat guard duty and I migrated up to the Crow’s Nest. No birds, but a flock of flying fish foretold a hopeful afternoon of computing and watching the seas.

The flying fish were right. During the day we saw 6-8 Wedge-tailed Shearwaters (World List #981), another Brown Booby, and a Leach’s Storm-Petrel. Being only a few hundred miles off Hawaii, we had hoped to start seeing more birds, but as night fell outside the window at our dinner table, not a bird graced our table.

In the evening, we were confused about conflicting printed materials about this being a formal dinner night, so we stopped by the dining room about 15 minutes before they opened to ask, and we were assured by two staff that it was, indeed, Formal Night. Returning and finding ourselves the only dressed couple, I quickly shed my tie and coat (in that order), and we chocking the previous discussion up to having something lost in translation.

After dinner, I spent some time in the hot tub, Liz sat with me for company, and then we packed for our adventures starting tomorrow. We anticipate getting up early to watch birds as we approach the islands.


It is a really big ocean!


Brown Booby flying along with the ship

Day 8. November 21. Maui, Lahaina

Tour: Iao Valley, Maui Tropical Plantation, and Haleakala Crater, 10 AM (all day excursion).

Up about 0700. On deck before sunrise. Watched the sea until near 0900 and saw only two Wedge-tailed Shearwaters.

Went ashore about 1030 and boarded a bus. Saw House Sparrow, Spotted Dove, Zebra Dove (World List #982), Common Myna (World List #983), Red-crested Cardinal (World List #984), and Red Junglefowl (World List #985) from the bus.

Iao Valley was a deep, steep-sided canyon with heavy tropical (non-native) vegetation. Off the bus for 30 minutes; Spotted Dove, Zebra Dove.

Lunch at the plantation. The service was less than optimal, but the food was good. Lots of birds: House Sparrow, Spotted Dove, Zebra Dove, Red-crested Cardinal, Java Sparrow, Common Myna, Northern Cardinal, and Pacific Golden-Plover.

Long drive to the crater with a couple of stops. Birds: Hawaiian Owl (World List #986), Nene (Hawaiian Goose; World List #987), Black Francolin (World List #988), Gray Francolin (World List #989), Ring-necked Pheasant, and Eurasian Sky Lark (World List #990). Lots of Silver Sword plants at the top of the crater.

Black-crowned Night-Heron at dusk on the bus ride back to town.

The drive was long, the stops were short, but it probably was worth it overall to get a good overview of the island without having to rent a car. Getting back on the ship was a bit of a hassle with tender boats (the life boats) running shuttles and the port security a joke. Aboard about 1930 hrs. Dinner in Restaurant. It was a treat to see the Golden Plovers, Nene, and Owls.


Liz and Jim at foggy and windy Iao Valley State Park


Jim at cold and hats-blown-off-windy Haleakala Crater Overlook (near 10,000 ft)

Day 9. November 22. Oahu, Honolulu

On our own, we plan to visit the famous Bishop Museum, then eat lunch at a restaurant recommend by the 3rd-grade teacher that Liz volunteers with (Debbie is Hawaiian). After that, we plan to visit the Honolulu Zoo, which is reported to be a good birdwatching location, and then visit an overlook atop of Diamond Head crater.

Well, that was the plan anyways. We bought tickets for the Hop On — Hop Off tour bus, but because of the way the buses run, they suggested we visit the zoo first, which was okay with us, and then the Museum. While waiting for the first bus, Liz realized that the restaurant is closed on Saturdays (this must be Hawaii?), so that was one thing off the list right away. It would be a hike from the bus to the Bishop Museum, but that was okay too.

The bus was slower than we expected, but it dropped us off at Waikiki Beach and we got to walk on the beach for a few minutes before we got to the zoo. The zoo was a delight, especially the African Birds Aviary were we saw many of the species I had seen in East Africa, and we spent far too long at too many exhibits. As a result, we had to skip about 1/3 of the zoo in order to get to Diamond Head — and we had already abandoned plans to visit Bishop Museum. Again, the bus was slower than expected (they run too few, too big busses, so the time between busses is too long). We used the extra time along Waikiki Beach to make some calls and check-in at home.

We eventually got inside Diamond Head crater, but the “Diamond Head Overlook” was a wide spot in the road about half-way back down the hillside — so much for an overlook. Nonetheless, it was nice to see it, and we hoped to use the extra time spending a few minutes at a botanical garden that was an official bus stop.

Well, again, the bus was too slow and we used up our remaining time at the bus transfer station. At least they had open wifi and I was able to clean out the email inbox and respond to a few email messages (I think there were some 600 messages to sort through yesterday and today). We ended up on the last bus of the day and had the grand opportunity to look over the wall of the botanical garden from the top of our double-decker tour bus.

Back at the ship around 5 PM, we went aboard, relaxed for a few minutes, showered (Honolulu is hot, humid, and sticky), and enjoyed a quiet dinner on the outdoor deck at the back of the ship. Long after dark, I visited the hot tub again. The stars here are pretty nice.

We were impressed by the sheer numbers of birds in Honolulu — almost all of which were non-native. We saw hundreds and hundreds each of Common Myna, Zebra Doves, Rock Pigeons, and Red-vented Bulbuls. We also saw lots of House Sparrows, Java Sparrows, and Spotted Doves, and a few dozen total of Cattle Egrets and Red-crested Cardinals. We did see 4-5 native White Terns (formerly Fairy Terns; World List #991), but only flying around the downtown skyscrapers, and we saw lots of Pacific Golden-Plovers that apparently become quite accustomed to being around humans and African wildlife. For new non-native birds today, we saw Japanese White-eye (4; World List #992), Yellow-fronted Canary (5), Common Waxbills (25; World List #993), and Rose-ringed Parakeet (1; World List #994). It was a treat to see and photograph several Nene (Hawaiian Goose) too, even if they were zoo animals.

We had a really good time at the zoo today, but next time I think we will take a taxi.


Jim at Liz at Honolulu Zoo


Liz inside the African Birds Aviary, which was really nice


Pacific Golden-Plover (what’s that in the Hawaiian background?)

Day 10. November 23. Kauai, Niwiliwili

Tour: Grand Canyon of the Pacific (Waimea Canyon), 8:30 AM (all day excursion).

We had to get up and out fairly early this morning, so I was out on the stern for the sunrise setting off SPOT as we arrived on Kauai.

After a quick breakfast, we lined up to get off the ship, then lined up to get on the busses. Driving out of town, we saw several of the usual non-native species, plus a Red Avadavat (World List #995) sitting on a telephone wire. It was great to visit Waimea Canyon and actually see White-tailed Tropicbirds soaring on the winds along their breeding cliffs, but the drive was long (more than an hour) and the stop at Waimea Canyon Overlook was short (20 minutes).

We made two stops on the way out, one of which was the required shopping stop. The restrooms were clean, but we chose to look for birds around the parking lot. I got nice photos of a Java Sparrow with nesting material, and Liz spotted a Japanese White-Eye. They had some interesting plants too, plus wasp nest and huge bumble bees.

On the way back, we stopped along the shore to see a set of blowholes. A hard layer of lava had been undercut, and waves came up under the hard layer and blew mist out a hole. It was interesting to see, and they had more shopping opportunities, but we mostly used our 20 minutes to look around the parking lot for birds. We were rewarded with African Silverbill (2; World List #996) and Chestnut Munia (25; World List #997), Scaly-breasted Munia (Hawaii) (1; World List #1005), plus two more Nene grazing on a golf course.

Back on the ship about 2 hours before shoving off, we watched birds from the ship and saw House Finches, familiar faces from back home, plus several Saffron Finches foraging with them. These birds were foraging on a cliff across the road from the dock.

We set sail a bit late, as it seems a passenger had been misplaced, but we got off before sunset and were delighted by a flock of Ruddy Turnstones resting on the breakwater, plus Black-footed Albatross (1), Wedge-tailed Shearwaters (5), and a Red-footed Booby (1) before dark.

Sailing south into a clear black night, the constellation Orion shone brightly above the light-polluted skies of Oahu and especially Honolulu.


Waterfall in Waimea Canyon


Three of twenty White-tailed Tropicbirds soaring in Waimea Canyon

Day 11. November 24. Hawaii, Kona

Tour: Hawaii Volcanos National Park, 8 AM (all day excursion).

We sailed all night, and as we were approaching Kona on the big island of Hawaii, our ship received a call from the US Coast Guard saying that a distress signal had been sent from near our location, and because we were the only vessel in the area, tradition (and perhaps Maritime Law) dictated that we detour from our route and render all necessary assistance. We went to the area and found nothing, and within an hour, a US Coast Guard C-130 flew over our position and took over the search and rescue operation.

So far as we know, nothing was found in the search area, but we were delayed an hour getting into port and therefore delayed an hour on our shore excursions. As it turned out, our tour took the full original time duration, and we held up the ship an hour in departing Kona, but that is getting ahead of the story.

We departed the ship in “Tenders,” a fancy name for sea taxi, although in this case, we used our life boats, which somehow seemed fitting because we didn’t get to use them on the search and rescue mission. Our tenders are uncomfortable, and I wouldn’t want to do a “Captain Phillips” in them, but they sufficed for the job at hand.

On land, 32 of us boarded a 40-ft motor coach (aka, a bus) and headed south. Because the bus had a toilet, we were not required to make potty-shopping stops along the way, and 2-1/2 hours later we disembarked at Hawaii Volcanos National Park.

Our first 25-minute stop was at an overlook into the active Kīlauea crater, although the lava was down in a pit and we could only see plumes of sulphur dioxide gas and steam emerging. We were treated, however, to a couple of White-tailed Tropicbirds soaring inside the crater. The gas is supposed to be poisonous, but the birds didn’t seem to mind.

From there, we went for a 45-minute lunch where all I wanted to do was finish and get outside to look for forest birds. Of course, food service was extremely slow, and in the last 5 minutes, Liz and I darted outside, looked in the trees around the parking lot, and saw our first native Hawaiian forest birds: a flock of noisy Apapane (Ah-paw-paw-knee; World List #1,000)!

Back on the bus thrilled by our find, we motored to a different part of the park and spent another 25 minutes on a nature trail in a native forest with tall trees, thickets of tree ferns, a 200-yards long lava tube, plus more noisy Apapane (we made recordings of their songs) and one ‘Oma’o (oh-ma-oh; World List #999). Such a thrill to see two species of native forest birds!

Back on the bus racing back, we spent most of our time looking for Hawaiian Hawks, but we saw none. We did, however, see six feral Peafowl (Pea-cocks in this case; World List #998), which are countable here in Hawaii. One could argue that peafowl should be World Bird 1000, but there is no way in hell that I’m putting that species as number 1000 on my list.

So we got back to the ship an hour late, got aboard, had dinner, relaxed, soaked in the hot tub, and revelled in finally seeing 1,000 species of birds for our list. Maybe we’ll even see that hawk tomorrow.


Kīlauea Volcano in Hawaii Volcanos National Park


Apapane (Himatione sanguinea)


‘Oma’o (Myadestes obscurus) singing

Day 12. November 25. Hawaii, Hilo

Tour: Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden, 9 AM. After this short shore excursion, we plan to wander about on our own for the rest of the day.

Our last day in the islands started cloudy (this is the rain-forest side of the big island), but we ended up with a nice, sunny morning tour of the Botanical Gardens. Our bus driver took the scenic route through Hilo and we saw some nice parks, shoreline, a black-sand beach, and a family of three Mongoose and a few species of urban birds.

At the gardens, we were impressed by two things: (1) the diversity of plants, and (2) the lack of anything native. The original owners did a lot of work collecting, organizing, and planting a vast array of tropical plants, but we had hoped to see native species. To be fair, we did notice a sign for one native species, but we couldn’t tell which plant the sign was naming. We also got a nice musical serenade from the tree tops, but they were mostly Puerto Rican Coquí frogs and Japanese White-Eye birds, and we saw some colorful green and blue geckos from somewhere is southeast Asia I assume.

Back at the ship, we ate lunch and then headed into town on the free shopping shuttle. Liz found some nice souvenirs, and I bootlegged the wifi from a shoe store to check email. By the time we were finished, the tropical afternoon rain had started, and it continued into departure and the rest of the evening. On deck, birding the last of the failing evening light, we watch Hawaii disappear into the mist.

I must admit that it was sad to see Hawaii disappear. I’m not sure quite why, as I’m rather unimpressed by the place. I certainly was the last person standing on the deck watching Hawaii disappear — maybe I was hoping beyond hope to see something good before it was gone, or maybe I enjoyed the place more that I thought.


Liz lost in the leaves of the Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden


As night falls, Hawaii fades into the mist

Day 13. November 26. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

Heading for home, we awoke to bright sunshine, as our room now faces south and catches the sunrise. We encountered wind in the night, and the wind and rolling seas ruled the morning SPOT event on the back of the ship. Per usual, there were no birds, but the hot coffee, warm winds, sunny skies, and conversation with odd passengers made for a delightful morning.

After breakfast, Liz went off to participate in shipboard activities, and I retired to my usual haunt to work on webpages in the Crow’s Nest. We sailed into a big rainstorm, so it was nice to watch a Christmas Shearwater (World List #1,001) fly by from the comfort of a soft chair, cool air conditioning, and clean windows that block the rain and wind. The trivia game going on behind me added interesting background noise. Before long, a Laysan Albatross (World List #1002) came by, and after Liz joined me, a couple of Newell’s Shearwaters (Hawaiian ‘A’O; World List #1003) and another Christmas Shearwater flew by. One of the Newell’s Shearwaters was close enough for photos, but I was too slow getting outside and it was gone.

The rest of the day was without birds, but the sea was mesmerizing. There currently are two large storms in the north Pacific, and each is producing a swell. In our area, the two swells are interacting, and because swells follow the physics of waves, we are getting an irregular sea surface. If a swell and a trough meet, they cancel the wave and the water surface is flat. If, on the other hand, two swells meet, we get a high peak that throws the ship. The most visually interesting thing, however, is when two troughs meet and produce a more-or-less round depression that moves across the surface of the ocean — which is very peculiar to watch.


Sunrise and Hawaii is already some 200 miles behind us


Liz knitting by the mid-deck pool with sunset colors

Day 14. November 27. Thanksgiving At Sea

We crossed a time zone during the night (now in Alaska time), so we leapt forward and slept in an hour to get up at our regular sunrise time. During the morning SPOT, I was treated to a second Masked Booby for the trip, but it was flying opposite our direction, so it faded very quickly into the distance. Later, after breakfast we saw to dark-phase Wedge-tailed Shearwaters flying together and pacing the ship, giving us a nice, long look at them before they drifted laterally into the distance.

The swell has changed today and now we have only one, but this is a big one with 10-15 feet between peak and trough. Fortunately the swell is hitting us almost broadside, so the boat is mostly rolling rather than pitching, which is much more comfortable.

I again retired to the Crow’s Nest with computer while Liz knitted and participated in on-board activities. I was briefly distracted from my writing by a nearby Red-tailed Tropicbird (World List #1004), but by the time I darted outside with the camera, it was nowhere to be seen — how does a big, white bird disappear against a gray sky so quickly? An all-black storm-petrel came by too, but at such a distance as to make photography impossible. These dark little birds are hard to track even with binoculars because they follow the surface of the water seemingly darting in and out of troughs in the swell. During the day, we saw several little, black storm-petrels and several Wedge-tailed Shearwaters, a few Hawaiian Shearwaters, and one Cook’s Petrel.

Today was Thanksgiving, so we went to the sit-down restaurant rather than the buffet. Dinner was tasty, but it was fixed by people with good hearts but no knowledge of our traditional ways. Even so, it was nice to sit down and have a nice dinner together. Liz says that she wants to cook a turkey when we get home we can have left-overs.

After dinner, we spent some time in the library looking up deep-water dolphin species, as we had seen a pod during dinner, but there were at least three choices and we didn’t see them well enough. Later, I soaked in the hot tub while Liz started a video in the cabin and we drifted off to sleep on the light swell.


Cook’s Petrel on a glassy sea


Late-afternoon clouds over a relatively smooth ocean

Day 15. November 28. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

Mostly sunny skies, a light breeze, and tall-but-gentle swells greeted our morning, but here in the middle of the ocean, we saw no birds during the morning SPOT or during breakfast on the after-deck.

Today we passed the midway point between Hilo and San Diego, with about 1,250 miles in both directions. They say that out this far, we are on our own and too far from anywhere to receive emergency assistance from land if needed. With so many people coughing yesterday and today, I hope we don’t need anything special.

The lack of morning birds was made up for in the afternoon when we were thrilled to have a juvenile Masked Booby come by and start fishing off the bow. As they say, nothing succeeds like success, and soon we were joined by an adult Brown Booby. The two spent hours fishing off the bow and squawking at each other, although most of the arguments were over who gets the fish. Amid the debates, a juvenile Brown Booby joined the fishing fun. With everyone’s belly full of flying fish, they eventually settled in on the flag pole on the bow to preen and sleep. Just before heavy afternoon rains started, I snuck onto the bow and got some nice video of the juvenile Masked Booby and adult Brown Booby preening. From the dry comfort of the Crow’s Nest, Liz and I enjoyed “happy hour” piña coladas watching the birds preen in the rain. This birds stayed all afternoon to the delight of many passengers, but by evening, one of the boobies had left us.

As the afternoon rain faded to evening darkness, we enjoyed “Heritage Night” at the buffet. Most of the crew is Indonesian, so we had Indonesian night for dinner with the buffet area decorated in traditional colors including one free-standing creature: Rangda. In Balinese mythology, Rangda is the bad half of a spirit couple where the female is bad and the male is good; perhaps a yin-yang kind of belief.

Most of the buffet crew were dressed in traditional shirts, but one guy wore his regular uniform shirt. Liz overheard someone ask why he wasn’t dressed for the night, and he replied that he was Filipino and didn’t care to participate in Indonesian night (something might have been lost in translation), but with with two Indonesian chefs and one Filipino chef for the crew, we wondered about cultural differences between the crews. By the way, the food was great!

After dinner, we had thought about watching the evening movie, but with Johnny Depp’s Lone Ranger on the cabin TV, we decided, or maybe just zoned out, and skipped the movie theater.


What’s better than a pair of boobies? — a trio on the forward mast


Liz with Rangda: celebrating Indonesian culture in the buffet

Day 16. November 29. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

We reset the ship clocks again (back to West Coast time), so this morning we slept in until the 7:15 sunrise and were greeted not only by beautiful sunrise colors but also by the juvenile Masked Booby flying by our window. Such a morning treat!

Out on the stern with SPOT and a cup of coffee, I watched the juvenile Masked Booby and adult Brown Booby fishing. Apparently they spent the night on the ship – a rare treat for pelagic birds. After breakfast, we watched the birds fishing, but eventually the Brown Booby drifted off. It still amazes us how quickly a big brown bird can disappear into the vastness of the ocean haze. The Masked Booby continued fishing, but as we get farther from warm tropical waters, I eventually had to go for long pants and a warm hat.

Back on the top of the ship (Deck 13), I watched the kid booby for most of the morning hoping to get nice photos of the bird catching a flying fish. Mostly I just watched as the bird effortlessly sailed back and forth, but eventually it happened — I got my shots! It seemed, however, that the bird was finished with us — perhaps I wasn’t the only one getting cold — and it quickly disappeared into the distance sitting on the water with a belly-full of flying fish.

After the excitement with the big bird, I decided to celebrate the good fortune of surviving my 30-foot fall by power-walking 5 laps around the ship (4 per mile). Time aboard ship has been good to me with most of my aches and pains fading away. My back is stiff in the morning but then nearly normal, my feet are fine, my right ankle is fine, and the gash on my forehead is only a little scar of remembrance. The worst lingering issue is my right wrist which likes neither direct pressure nor bending very far front to back. I’m glad that it doesn’t affect my camera-holding abilities.

Later in the afternoon, I checked the bow to see if any birds were around, and sure enough, the booby was back. It was roosting on the railing, and I snuck out to get some nice close-ups and some video of the bird preening. Some of the crew were out working, and the bird didn’t seem to care about any of us, although I let the camera lens do the walking and kept my distance. As darkness fell, the bird was asleep on the railing.

Sunset was a bust as a huge storm moved across the western sky, but after dinner, Liz and I took a final lap around the ship and found four Wedge-tailed Storm-Petrels hiding behind chairs on the deck. We got some photos in situ, but a crew member said that one needed to be moved away from a sliding door, so I quickly volunteered. For a little bird, they sure can bite … but what a treat to have in-the-hand such an elusive creature!

Afterwards, we went to the evening show. We’d not seen a single one yet, and tonight was a 3-act variety show (a sample of the three main acts), so we figured it was time to go. We were pleasantly impressed. The first, a magician, wasn’t anything special, but with a small stage and limited supplies, that is not too surprising (remember, we are from Las Vegas). The second act was a stand-up comic, and the guy was good. He’d obviously been working the cruise crowd for some time and had the ship and its quirks worked out. The third was an impressionist singer who claims to have participated in several shows on Broadway, but that would be hard to verify. At any rate, he sang the songs of several famous singers, essentially one per decade since about the 1940s (this is an older crowd).

Back in the room, we decided that we still had a few things to figure out, so we stayed up late to see what the “Late Night Snack” on the buffet was like. Again, we were impressed. I think that with a smaller crowd they expand the quality and diversity of tasty foods.


Juvenile Masked Booby choking down a huge flying fish


Crew practicing with the anti-pirate sound-producing device


Bit by a Storm-Petrel — how lucky can Jim get?

Day 17. November 30. At Sea in the Pacific Ocean

The booby and two storm-petrels were still with us a sunrise, although when walking around the ship early, I did have to pay a bit for my power-walk yesterday. Things are better, but I guess I’m still recovering. All of the birds persisted until mid-morning and we got some nice photos, but the storm-petrels were gone by lunch.

We attended the one and only discussion aboard ship dedicated to Hawaiian natural history. While it would be easy to focus on the factual inaccuracies, it is good that they did something natural, and it was fun to hear anecdotes from the speaker, a native Hawaiian, about his childhood having fun with wild things.

We took our last chance and ate formal lunch in the dining room. The food was tasty, not having to wait in buffet lines while the other of us guarded the table, and the other passengers at our table (most seating is 8-10 people per table) were interesting. One guy, a retired Army General, was interesting, if a bit overbearing.

After lunch, Liz attended a few more onboard activities, and I spent much of the day watching the booby sail back for forth looking for flying fish. I never saw him catch anything today, but it was fun to watch, and fun to see how many passengers came out to see and photograph the bird. We had a beautiful day with gentle seas and a light breeze from the stern, so it was a great day to be outside. There were some clouds in the sky, but all of the rain was far off on the horizon.

It was interesting that the booby spent a fair amount of time in the air preening. It would scratch its throat with one foot or the other, then using its bill, scratch something in the middle of its back or straighten some feathers on its belly. At one point, however, it was fiddling with arm-pit feathers and not paying attention to where it was going, and it nearly ran into me on the railing. A guy next to me threw up his arms at the last possible millisecond and the bird swerved off. It was fun to watch the bird preen, but I hope it doesn’t run into something and hurt itself.

We ate dinner early, before the buffet opened so that Liz could watch the evening movie in the theater and so that I could photograph the last sunset at sea and check on the booby before dark (it was snoozing on the bow).

Back in the room, we are preparing for a few hours ashore in Mexico tomorrow and then getting off in San Diego.


Liz on top of the ship – Deck 13 — watching the booby from above


Our last sunset at sea

Day 18. December 01. Mexico, Ensenada

Liz and I got us and were on deck at sunrise looking for storm-petrels. We found two that looked like they would be more happy if I left them alone, so we got photos and left them to rest on the ship before taking off for the sea.

After breakfast, I went to the bow and Liz went to onboard events. Lucky for Liz, she joined me before the juvenile Peregrine Falcon left us. It seems that the bird wandered too far offshore during the night and was happy to get a rest onboard the ship. The falcon rode towards Ensenada for some time, then must have decided that we were driving too slow and took off on her own.

We eventually made near-shore waters and started seeing the birds we expected to see: Black-vented Shearwaters and Northern Fulmar, plus murrelets, auklets, and some whales.

Coming into Ensenada harbor area, we saw lots of birds and seal ions, plus a few dolphin. We docked around noon, and after lunch, we spent about two hours walking in town and window shopping. It was fun to see the tourist area, and talking with the locals was interesting. I met one guy how had worked construction in Las Vegas for the 10 years preceding the recession, but lost his job and house and returned to Mexico.

Back on the ship, we pulled out at dusk and watched the lights of town fade into the distance. We packed for a few minutes, then went to the buffet and shared our last dinner with new friends Dan and Marilyn.

We finished packing, walked the deck looking for storm-petrels (found none) and turned in for the night. It will be sad to end the trip, but nice to get home.


Liz in Ensenada (prices in pesos)


Motel Las Vegas — are we almost home?

Day 19. December 02. San Diego by Morning

We exited the ship mid-morning to a rainy San Diego day. We retrieved the car from the Dolphin Motel and started for home. The rain never let up until San Bernardino, and at that point, it got much heavier as we climbed the passes heading east on I-10. By the time we reached Yucca Valley, the storm was finally letting up.

We visited our property in Joshua Tree town, and all was well, and headed east to 29 Palms where we picked up our traditional pizza to go and continued towards home.

We stopped at Kelso Depot to use the usually nice and clean restrooms, then pressed on into the night, arriving home about 6 PM. Mocha let us know that she was displeased by our absence, but it only took her a few minutes to get over it this time and come out for ear scratches and belly rubs.

We had a great trip, but it is always nice to get home.


Exiting the ship in San Diego harbor

Map of the Trip


Map of the Trip


Close-up of the Hawaiian Islands