KatysBlog

Tomorrow morning, we are off for a week at family camp. We have been camping
at the
Lair of the Golden Bear (U.C. Berkeley’s family camp) every August for 13 years.
The Lair is essentially a little town (3 adjacent camps of over 300 people each open for 12
weeks each summer) that exists for a week a year. The reenrollment numbers are
overwhelming and there are families who have been coming every year since the Lair
opened in 1945.

About February every year, the kids start talking about the Lair and what they plan
to do this year. They save their messed up t-shirts for tie dying, they discuss
what they will do for the talent show, and there are talks on whether we
will drive home through Carson City, Nevada (with a visit to the Nevada State Railroad Museum and nearby Virginia
City) or through the California Gold Country.

From my point of view, camping, construction, and dogs are what justify owning an
SUV. Ours will be absolutely full by noon tomorrow with 6 passengers (my mother, my husband, and me plus three teenagers, one of them borrowed) plus sleeping bags, clothes, boots, books, guitar, art supplies, and all the other stuff needed for a week in a tent. We will meet my brother and his family and their similarly burdened SUV and have a grand week getting filthy, walking in the creek, dancing to Disco Bingo, and enjoying each other’s company.

My husband John and I took a few days off last week to take one of the
Top Ten Train Rides
in the world: across Canada on VIA Rail‘s “Canadian”.
This train goes back and forth between Vancouver and Toronto through some of the most
beautiful mountains and countryside in the world.

We started off on Friday, 29 July with a complete disaster: a frustrating and pointless round trip flight to Phoenix, AZ. It turned out that our connecting carrier, Air Canada (flying for United Airlines), decided to hold an end-of-month strike. That is, they left their flights on the computers but did not send any airplanes to move passengers. It is not clear why the San Francisco United staff did not tell us this instead of confirming the connecting flight at the Premier desk. Grump!

The United Premier desk in Phoenix helped us to reschedule everything since we could not get to Toronto. Instead of flying to Toronto to take the train to Vancouver, we reversed direction to take the train from Vancouver to Toronto. We ended up staying over night at the Vancouver airport Fairmont (actually inside the airport building) and spending a few hours in Vancouver before boarding the train. We checked our bags at Vancouver’s Union Station then walked a short way to board the
Downtown Historic Railway to Granville Island. From Granville Island, we took the False Creek ferry to see the ship St. Roch at the Vancouver Maritime Museum. The St. Roch crossed the icy Northwest Passage twice during World War II and now lives in its own building on the waterfront. It is one of my favorite spots in Vancouver.

John and I had our own sleeping compartment for three nights and four days aboard the Canadian’s Thompson Manor car. It came with 3 meals a day (everything was wonderful and was made from scratch on the train except the baked goods), plus access to the four dome cars and the lounge car. The staff were helpful and supportive; each car has its porter plus the dining car and lounge car staff. We sat with a number of different charming couples at meals. Most of them were retired (from South Africa, Australia, and America) but there were a few families with young children.

We were able to get out and walk a bit at some stops. The longest stop was for over an hour at Jasper high up in the mountains but we got a good walk in at Winnipeg too. Jasper looks like any ski and tourist town but the surrounding peaks are barren and spectacular. We were blown out of town by a rain and dust storm. Winnipeg was hot but had a lovely garden walkway from the station to a cantilever bridge over their muddy river.

John and I read lots of books and magazines, took many pictures and naps, and had a delightful time all around. After we got in (only 3 hours late), we stayed at Toronto’s Royal York Fairmont across the street from the station. Next morning, we flew home to San Francisco much relaxed.

On Tuesday, we rented a trailer and picked up our terra cotta warriors in the warehouse
in Oakland. There was the usual frustrating back and forth and discussions with middlemen.
We ended up paying $270 cash in addition to the trailer rental in addition to the purchase
and shipping price. $160 for the customs middlemen and $110 for the warehouse middlemen. The total cost was still much less than buying them here in the US. The warehouse had a funny sign
on the cashier window, something like: “If you are grouchy, irritable, or just plain mean,
there will be an additional $25 charge.” I told the lady I wanted one of those signs.

We picked up our son Paul at summer school in Palo Alto, drove an hour north and picked up my mother’s helper Sean in San Francisco, drove for another hour and picked up two terra cotta archers in three hundred thirty pound
wooden crates in Oakland. We left one archer in San Francisco with my mother (after John and
Sean and I pushed and pulled the crate up two flights of front steps and through the house and down the deck steps to the back garden). My mother and Sean unpacked her archer and she
seems very happy. The black finished archer is now kneeling in the dirt under a
rhododendron bush. It took about 6 hours round trip.

Our own archer is in our back yard in San Jose. He is currently kneeling on 50 pounds of
white sand surrounded by red bark chips in a corner between our river wall and the side
back fence. He will eventually have a wooden shed built over him. Like the ancient terra
cotta warriors, his head is separate from his body
and there is space for water to get in. He was packed in the crate with his head
wrapped in shredded paper under his butt. I don’t want him to fill up with water and leaves,
so we will build a shed over him before the rain starts in autumn. I am looking at Chinese garden building designs now. We are discussing what our archer should be named. I am
reading the Records of the Grand Historian by Sima Qian and will probably find
the name in there.

Jessica is at Westminster Choir College for
two weeks. She seems very happy from her emails and phone calls. She wrote “we had a
brief rainstorm today, and i swear that i could chew on the air! the
humidity is still fun, and the bugs here are waaaaaaay more
interesting than at home. fireflies rock!”

Her brother Paul is very lonely without her so we are taking him on a trip to the
Monterey Bay Aquarium on
Sunday. He will take a SCUBA lesson on Monday in the tide pool. John and I are both
enthusiastic divers and we are looking forward to a family dive vacation.

It is very hot in the Bay Area this week and all the new plants need lots of water.
Paul and I planted the dirt strip along the front of the garage with 5

nandina (heavenly bamboo) and a large garishly colorful

Amazon Queen hibuscus which is already blooming and seems very happy.