Granville Island

Dear Liza,

Auntie Bridgett by the water

Today was our first full day in Vancouver, and we saw just as much as we could see.

After we were all up and dressed, we walked down to the water. This part of Vancouver is several narrow peninsulas that jut out into the Pacific Ocean, so we walked TO THE OCEAN.

Our ride

We took a water taxi across the narrow inlet to Granville Island. About a hundred years ago, this was the shipyards of Vancouver, because fishing and shipping were the main industry here. Fishing is still big, but most of the shipyard buildings have been repurposed for Art galleries, shops, and restaurants.

Such abundance!

The biggest building is used as the Granville Public Market. It has about fifty different businesses inside, from creperies ( where we got our breakfast) to ice creams shops, butcher shops, fruit and vegetable venders, and ceramics and other art shops. We wandered around with our eyes bugging out!

Root beer is goooood…

Outside, we wandered some more. Galleries with fine arts and others full of crafts kept our eyes busy.

The Giants

We chatted with a guide about the sand and gravel silos that have been painted by the same artists we saw in London years ago into a unique set of “Giants”. We admired woodworking, ceramics, paintings and embroidery. When our eyes were full but our tummies empty, we stopped at The Keg for lunch. Ahi tuna tacos and a Guinness for me and cider for Grandpa Nelson, along with half an hour off our feet, put us right again and we continued on.

Sisyphus in iron and stone

We found an artistic blacksmith shop, and enjoyed the work, but the smith wasn’t in. Then we saw these hands and a head out in the sun, with a coat of shallac drying on them.

What’s up?

We talked with the lady who was working on them and followed her back to the shop. Her name is Beth, and she works with wood artist Peter Kiss to make these wonderful characters.

Beth and Peter Kiss

We had walked around the whole island twice and seen so much, we were pooped. We caught another water taxi across the water and headed to our apartment for a rest. I will tell you about the evening tomorrow!

Love,

Grandma Judy

I Like Trains

Dear Liza,

The train platforms, with Fremont Bridge behind

Yesterday we set off on our big trip north. We got Mouse and the house ready to be without us for a while by hiring Garrett the cat sitter and moving plants to a kitchen counter for him to water. The laundry and dishes were done.

We ate all the perishables and packed our own equivalent of “sandwiches for the train”.

At 1:30 we got a Lyft car to the Union Depot. This beautiful, historic train station was built in 1896 and I used it in my story of 1903! I am excited to be able to travel from this piece of history.

After finding our seats and loading our luggage, we got settled and experienced “Train Peace”. This is an expression I coined years ago while we were traveling in Europe. It is that feeling when you know you can relax once you are on the train, because now it is up someone else to get you where you are going.

St. John’s Bridge from below!!

We pulled out of Portland and headed north, crossing first the Willamette, where we got to see the St. John’s Bridge from a whole different angle. It was wonderful.

Rolling along with the Columbia

Then we crossed the mighty Columbia!! It is wide, sparkly and full of industrial shipping for a while, then we traveled with the river on one side and open fields, lumber yards, back yard sheds, and cows on the other, usually seen through the trees planted as a screen between the landscape and the train.

Since the train ran at ground level, we went under as many bridges as we went over, and as the sun went down and the light changed, we lived for the occasional flicker of a city or reflections on the Puget Sound.

Running late, our train got us into Vancouver well past midnight. We stayed awake through customs, getting a cab to the 7-11 where we picked up our key, then walked to the airbandb.

It is a modern apartment on the tenth floor or a nice, but rather noisy, building. Earplugs for sure tonight!

We have views of a freeway bridge, all sorts of old and new buildings, cyclists, bendy busses, and four high-rise buildings under construction.

I will tell you more tomorrow!!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Heading Off Again

Dear Liza,

Today we leave for our first big trip away from our new home in Portland. We are taking an Amtrak train called The Cascades all the way to Vancouver, Canada, with a stop or two in between.

Newton at the British Library

Since we haven’t left yet, I can’t tell you about it, but I can remember other trips we’ve been on.

Grandpa Nelson first took me to London in 2004. It was our first time “overseas”, as they say, and it took some getting used to. Traffic, foods, ways of getting around…they were all different. But we learned and had a ball!

Punting on the Cam River

Our next trip was in 2006, when we started out in London but branched off to Stratford on Avon (to see Shakespeare’s home town) and then Cambridge, just because.

Grandpa Nelson’s surprise for me was that we then had a three day, experimental trip to Paris!!! This was BIG. I didn’t know any French at the time, and it was a real challenge to even travel or order food. But again, we learned.

My Charlie Chaplin man

In 2008, we got to take Auntie Bridgett to Europe. Our world got bigger as we went back to Paris and on to Calais, Amsterdam, Brussels, and Tournay. We got better at figuring things out as we went along, and less scared about new places.

Best. Photo. Ever.

As we kept traveling back to Europe, we saw Christmas Faires in Strasbourg got rattled by New Year’s fireworks in Amsterdam, sat by the ocean in La Rochelle and celebrated comics in Angouleme.

Seeing the Burghers of Calais, in Calais!!

This trip To Canada should be less culture shock, because the main language is English. Still, none of us have been to Vancouver. I am so excited to see new things!

Building-sized comics in Angouleme

Love,

Grandma Judy

Hanging with the Fam

Dear Liza,

Checking the options

Last night, we went out to dinner with Auntie Katie and the Cousins! We met up at Pastini, a nice Italian place on SE Division. Since Grandpa Nelson wanted to have some wine, we took a Lyft car through the rain.

Perfectly plain pasta For Kestrel

Pastini is an informal, family sort of place, with really friendly wait staff. They offer fun Children’s Menus and will make changes to dishes as needed for picky eaters, and make sure you have boxes for your leftovers of their generous servings.

The Children’s Menu, in our case, served as blank pages for drawing on. Jasper and his Mom drew a Pokemon scenario and Kestrel and I decorated spirals.

Art!

Being a certified picky eater, Kestrel got Perfectly Plain Pasta. I love that such a thing is even an option. I enjoyed half my lasagna (the rest will be lunch today) and Auntie Bridgett brought home half of her giant chicken artichoke salad.

Huge Salad

After dinner, Jasper navigated us through the neighborhood (he is good at that, at almost ten years old!) to Fifty Licks, an ice cream parlor with unusual, subtle flavors. Auntie Bridget and I shared a horchata cone, Grandpa Nelson had a chocolate milkshake (he had skipped dinner, not being a fan of Italian food).

Reading the writing on the wall…

We enjoyed the sweets and conversation as the kids read the wall, which is covered by hundreds of Tintin comics.

Decorations hung over the street!

By eight o’clock, the rain had stopped and we all hugged and walked to our own homes. It’s a little more than a mile from Division Street to our place, but after such a yummy evening, we had lots of energy.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Just life, you know….

Dear Liza,

The new sign, getting its final coat

We are well and happy here, enjoying the change from summer into fall.

Raindrops on roses…

Auntie Bridgett has painted a new sandwich board to help bring folks into The SideStreet Arts Gallery where she is a member. It is so cute!

Walking in the park yesterday, we noticed that the huge maple tree that lost a big branch last summer has dropped another one. This time it did a surprising amount of damage to a stainless steel structure and sign. We wondered if this happened during our big rain storm the other night, or just in the clear blue skies of mid-day, like the last time.

Ouch!

Leaves are starting to change, but it feels odd. The ground is littered with “leaf slime” but the trees above are still green and full. It’s like these leaves have come from somewhere else. Weird.

Broken branch

We are looking forward to our upcoming adventure, which I will tell you about as it happens.

Leaf slime

Love,

Grandma Judy

Last Fair of the Summer

Dear Liza,

The Belmont Street Fair is always scheduled as the close of the summer street fair season. It is also the one closest to us, just a block down the street.

We got over early, because overcast skies are cooler to walk around under. We found Stitch guarding the west end of the fair, chatting with a person from Dick’s Kitchen. They had a bunch of tables set out on the street, which were empty.

Delightful recycled jewelry

Further along were jewelers, poets, second hand clothing booths.

Then came political parties and alternative energy companies, massage therapists and tarot readers.

Finally, the food!! Two Wahine’s Shave Ice is always a favorite of Grandpa Nelson, I had a dish that I am sure is NOT called an Ethiopian Taco (but was delicious, anyway). And Auntie Bridgett had a burrito from Laughing Planet.

One issue politics

Of course, what I really love to watch are the folks to come to see the fair. Young families enjoying chalk art in the middle of the street and out of town grandparents taking the kids out for a spin in their rented bikes make it all very Portland.

Art in the city
Brave Grandparents!
Shopping for the perfect helium pet…

By this time, Dick’s Kitchen’s tables were bustling and Stitch had moved on. The sun had come out and it was getting too warm. I found myself longing for the predicted rain, and we headed home.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Just Circles

Dear Liza,

Logo for Bend, Oregon

I don’t have anything to write about today. I have been busy, but it’s the in-my-head, working-on-the-story kind of busy that doesn’t make for an interesting blog post.

Clock in a downtown diner

My characters are getting more complicated and intense, which is good, but I am constantly amazed at how long it is taking me to see really obvious flaws. My second story, if I live to write it, has got to be easier.

Jasper getting the hang of things at the Echo Theater

But enough of that for now. On a more visual level, I have realized that I really like circles. They are complete, powerful, calming symbols for me, and I find that I take a lot of pictures of them.

Symbolic sculpture at Providence Park Stadium

Here are some of my favorites. More news next week!

Decoration on 1900s warehouse

Love,

Plate of appetizers

Grandma Judy