I generally have more adventures than time to write about them, but last year was so spectacular I don’t want to forget it. I saw the northern lights for the first time and I narrowly missed seeing the Southern Cross while we were hiking the Inca Trail in Peru, I drove on an ice road and did two speedy drift dives through narrows in BC and Washington, I made it (barely) up to Dead Woman’s Pass at 13,700′ and down to about 130′ underwater to see Gorgonian corals…but most of the summer was spent on the road – either on my motorcycle or camped on the ground beside it. Between commuting, camping with the Rainier Ravens and going on a couple of trips with Matt, I put a lot more miles on my bike than I have in a while and ventured down the Oregon Coast, near to Mt. Adams, around Crater Lake, over to the Olympic Peninsula and through Joshua Tree National Park.
I also got a job I loved, hit publish on my 500th blog post on my food blog, made a coffee table, and cooked an incredible amount of delicious food. I had set a goal for myself of eating less meat last year and inadvertently completely became a vegetarian again…except for a handful of meals, I found I just didn’t want meat anymore. We ate some truly incredible meals in Lima then closed out the year by buying a home in Seattle and moving into our lovely blue house in the last few weeks of December. Phew! I crossed so many things off my life list that I’m tempted to sit back and take it easy for a while but knowing me that won’t last long.
Here are some of my favourite photos:
Early in the year (so early I almost forgot), I went on my yearly dive trip to Skookumchuck Narrows – one of my favourite places – with Porpoise Bay Charters and my Vancouver dive crew -some of my favourite people. We revisited all of our favourite sites and had a bit of a more exciting time than we intending, surfacing at night in the middle of the channel. Skookumchuck means ‘strong water’ and it’s not a place you want to be too far from shore or the boat. Afterwards, we warmed up with port and cheese and the telling of tales.
I am only beginning to understand the nuances of night photography but what I experienced in Dawson City couldn’t have been captured on film anyways – bright colours streaking and dancing across the sky, then dipping below the horizon only to come back around and surprise you. One of the most profound experiences of my life.
We’ve had a lot of excellent meals this year, both out and at home but one in particular was at Outstanding in the Field. It’s been a dream of mine to go for a while but I have always put it off because of the expense. Matt surprised me with tickets for my birthday and I can’t say it’s a great deal in terms of value but the food was excellent and we had a lot of fun wandering around the farm and meeting new people.
My sister and I are slowly exploring the US on little city breaks – for my birthday it was Austin and we had an absolute blast. Between cocktails, food trucks, cocktails, live music and more cocktails, there was maybe more laughing than remembering but that’s just fine with me. Next year we’ll go to Memphis, Nashville and Chicago.
We took Riley to the Oregon Coast to play on the beach. Oregon is so civilized that dogs are allowed off-leash on all the beaches and there are just no sad dogs to be seen anywhere. Riley literally played until she couldn’t stand up anymore – she looks drunk in this photo! – while Matt and I celebrated our anniversary drinking Champagne on the sand.
A few weeks later I was back down on two wheels although I didn’t actually get down to the beach.
Matt joined a band program with another friend with ours so for the first time I had the opportunity to see him perform on stage instead of on our couch!
Summer really ramped up in August where I felt like I was on a motorcycle trip every weekend. Lucky me! The Rainier Ravens (my motorcycle group) put on a spectacular camp out event where we had about 50 women join overnight to Port Townsend on their bikes. I’ve done some camping on a bike before but certainly not on the Ducati so it was a fun project to get it all loaded up with gear. We camped out in the trees, road up to Hurricane Ridge, went to a drive-in movie, had a hot tub and basically the best time ever. These women are incredible.
The Dream Roll, another (larger) all-women moto camp out, was happening the following weekend so some friends and I headed down for that and luckily brought our rain gear because that was some of the wettest riding I’ve done in a while. The countryside was beautiful and the roads were amazing but I had to keep reminding myself that it was August and not October. That’s summer in the Pacific Northwest, I suppose!
In September some friends and I had planned to ride to Glacier National Park but sections were closed due to snow so we headed south and went to Crater Lake in Oregon instead. It was still incredibly cold on some of the mountain roads and as the roads got dark and full of deer we pulled over earlier than we had intended. The views didn’t disappoint though – the lake is deeply blue and serene and the ring road needs to be done (despite crappy pavement and an abundance of RV’s).
I thought I might have had enough of women’s motorcycle campouts but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to ride through the desert to Babes Ride Out in Joshua Tree (now in its third year, it is one of the inaugural events that are inspiring all the others). Some friends and I flew to Las Vegas and rented Harley’s, rode down to the campground, pitched tents and then got up and rode almost all the way to L.A. on some very sweet roads. In the morning we got up early to ride through the park and take a look at the strange-looking Joshua Trees. Amazing trip. Next year Matt and I will go to a co-ed camp out in Moab, Utah.
There’s not much I can say about Peru yet…I’m still processing it (and Matt’s still processing photos). We went to Lima to eat and we ate exceptionally well at the 4th, 14th and 44th best restaurants in the world – Astrid y Gaston, Central and Maido – then flew to Cusco to acclimatize to the altitude before riding motorcycles around the Sacred Valley and hiking over the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu. Despite all the photos you’ve ever seen, being there is absolutely magical with the clouds coming in and out and hiking for four days to get there made it a prize well deserved.
Finally sitting still, on the stoop of our new home. This winter is going to be a quiet one but here’s to 2016!