This new Panasonic boombox/mobile charger may look sleek and simple, but it does a lot of things. It plays AM and FM radio stations with a lot of clarity, plays CDs, and plays music off your mobile device when you place it in the little slot. Guests find it convenient for charging their phones and iPods, as well as for listening. The little wooden box on the right has a small library of CDs, too. Enjoy!
There’s a brand new kitchen in the cottage! New appliances, new custom cabinets, new counter-tops with charming accent tiles, each one a different seashell. I found them online at The Tile Mural Store – in Florida. And somehow, more space, more cabinets, and a wider passageway! A very gratifying result. I think guests will really enjoy it.
My wonderful builders, the Bleitz brothers, did a beautiful job as usual.
If you visit SeattleCottage.net from a mobile device, like a Blackberry or an iPhone, you’ll see our new mobile website. Our mobile site is streamlined for on-the-go reservations inquiries and at-a-glance information about the cottage. To view our new mobile site, visit www.seattlecottage.net from almost any mobile device. Here’s a quick look at our new mobile-friendly menu as viewed on the iPhone 3GS:
Just home from Montana, visiting my older daughter and her family. The kids are back in school, so Julie and I did 3 tough workout classes at the gym and some shopping. And on Sunday, my son-in-law drove the family up to Glacier Park, a real treat for me. The day was glorious and we all had fun hiking up Avalanche Creek.
Jerry negotiated the rest of the Going-to-the-Sun road, but the parking lot at the top was jammed, so we turned around and came back home, stopping at Lake McDonald for lunch and skipping stones on the smooth blue water.
Some readers may be wondering how I can run a B&B and travel so much. Two things: I never cook breakfast for anyone, anyway – cottage guests are on their own with the generous assortment of breakfast foods I provide for them in the kitchen….AND…I arrange for a friend to stay here in my house while I’m gone to answer questions and provide for any needs that may come up.
Soundview guests are different – they don’t want their hand held by a too-friendly hostess. They cherish their privacy (as do I), and they don’t want to have to get dressed and show up by a certain time and make small talk with strangers over an elaborate breakfast. It works for everyone this way. And it gives me the freedom to travel, which I love!
On the other hand, I don’t want to give the impression I’m stand-offish. Some of my guests feel like family, and they keep coming back. We’ve gotten to know each other over the years, and what a joy it’s been to provide the setting for rendezvous, engagements, weddings, anniversaries, new grandchildren, graduations, and other big events!
Each September I go to the website for World Water Monitoring Day and marvel at how this event has grown. It began nationwide in 2002, as a celebration of the 30th anniversary of America’s Clean Water Act, and today it involves 120,000 people in 81 countries!
I take credit.
For 14 years I enjoyed my job as an environmental educator in the Water Quality program of the Washington State Dept of Ecology. In later years I concentrated on encouraging volunteer monitoring by citizen groups and classrooms, as a means of instilling a feeling of ownership and stewardship for local waterbodies.
In 2001, a federal environmental agency requested ideas for an inspiring event to celebrate the Clean Water Act – and from my little desk in Olympia, I suggested taking a national snapshot of water quality around the country, by sending volunteers out to monitor their streams, rivers, and lakes, and collecting their data. My concept was that anyone could test the water – consistency of method would be good, but scientific expertise was beside the point. The idea was for many, many people to produce many data-points – and then, hopefully, do it again the next year. The goal was awareness, not valid data.
I retired after the first National Water Monitoring Day in 2002 – I had moved to Seattle and the commute was long and my new boss was difficult. But without me, the concept took off. And now look. Volunteers from all over the world have reported data for 8 years. It’s archived and publicly accessible in a central repository. I’m so proud of my legacy. Go look. It’s amazing.
The other day, my guests drove all the way around the Olympic Peninsula in one day! A long day, but they enjoyed it. I enjoyed this vast treasure in a different way last weekend: hiking a 21-mile loop, gaining 4,000 ft elevation, camping in Seven Lakes Basin with four other backpackers.
Our weather was pretty darn good, considering it was supposed to rain. The lupines were flashing their deep blue drifts of color across the high meadows, and the scarlet Indian Paint Brush blossoms were trying to keep up.
We saw a bear, a deer, and a family of ptarmigans. Those who took the side-climb to the top of Bogachiel Peak saw a huge herd of elk!
Washingtonians are truly blessed with some of the most breathtaking mountain and ocean (and high desert) scenery in the world.
Summer has arrived in all its NW splendor. Clear dawns, lots of eagle activity, incredible sunsets. It’s hot during the day (96 yesterday in town!) and dark at 9 pm. The cottage is booked solid until August 29, and much of September, too.
Fortunately, it’s cooler here by the water, and the cottage has air-conditioning and new insulating window shades. Many guests just STAY here, enjoying the chance to “get away from it all.”
You can send out for elegant dinners from a local caterer who delivers, or order from To Go Services, which offers a tremendous variety of take-out from different restaurants. And there are lots of grocery stores nearby – and there’s always Pike Place Market for the best fresh fish and produce to bring home and cook in the little kitchen for dinner!
I wanted to share a few interesting innkeeper stories. A couple of weeks ago, a young couple arrived on foot with backpacks, and last week another couple arrived on bicycles. Most of my guests come from the airport in a rented car. But recently I’m getting more local folks who just want a relaxing break in a more peaceful setting.
The backpackers are college students from Arizona who never rent cars when they travel – “So much better for us and for the environment,” they say. They had flown to Seattle and taken 2 different Metro buses to get as close as possible, completing the last mile on foot. When they got hungry, they walked to nearby restaurants or grocery stores. The bikers, who live in a different part of Seattle and don’t own a car, brought their own supplies in panniers.
I had two really interesting guests on Saturday night who had driven over from Eastern Washington for a Mariners game. He’s a geneticist from a 7,000-cow dairy farm in Prosser – decides which cows to inseminate with which bulls. And she does ultrasounds on pregnant girls and women. She’s done it for 15 years, and she told me a little about some really dramatic scenes that can happen in her work.
And my current guest, from California, is recovering from the Ironman he competed in yesterday in Everett (in the heat!).
And about once a year I get a visit from a US diplomat to Moldova, usually with his wife, here for a couple of weeks to see family, doctors, dentist, etc. These folks, originally from Seattle but just now winding up his long career abroad in the diplomatic service, are modest, sophisticated, REALLY well-educated, fun to talk with, and very sweet.
I love being an innkeeper and getting to know such a variety of people, on a short-term basis and sometimes repeating. Matthew, who shot the sunset photo above, has been here many times on business. He usually comes by himself to install communication systems in private luxury yachts, but once he came out just to relax, bringing his lovely wife.
Recently, guests have given me a bottle of delightful dessert wine, and (different people) 2 lbs of yummy, very special Portuguese sausage (FedEx’d from the east coast in dry ice). (as if they hadn’t already paid me!)
I love my job!
Nonnie Trip #2 took grandson Alex and me to Peru. (#1 was last November when I took his cousin Quinn to Egypt.) I have 3 grandchildren to go. A Nonnie Trip (Nonnie is the family name for me, a grandmother) must be
1. to another continent where they don’t speak English 2. hopefully, to a developing or third-world country and 3. a mind-blowing adventure.
The two-week trip started in 11,000-ft-high Cusco,
went even higher to Chinchero, came back down (believe it or not) to the ever-thrilling Machu Picchu, and ended in the Amazon headwaters in a REAL jungle. I can heartily recommend this small, casual-style tour conducted by a most unusual eco-volun-tour outfit called Crooked Trails. They came to our rescue in 2 emergencies, in most compassionate, professional ways.
The highlight of the trip for me – because I’d been to Machu Picchu before – was the Posada Amazonas lodge in the jungle. Hard to describe the hardcore eco-ethics-cum-luxury style of this remote hotel. No walls on the rooms – all part of the jungle. (of course, there are mosquito nets for the beds.) The food was generous, varied, healthy and delicious; the staff fun and knowledgeable; the setting other-worldly. And our exit was yet another adventure!
Back about 40 years ago when I lived in LA and was just getting my feet wet with backpacking, the Sierra Club offered a hike into the Enchanted Valley on the Olympic Peninsula. The hike was canceled that year due to lack of interest. But MY interest kept going until this summer, when my dream finally came true.
The Enchanted Valley is up in the headwaters of the Quinault River. You drive to the end of the road beyond Lake Quinault, park, and start walking, 13 miles to be exact – we took 2 days to do it. A small group from MeetUp had planned this trip, and I was not disappointed!
It’s only about a 4-hour drive from here to the upper Quinault River, to a whole different ecosystem, one where green is the only color and human sounds surrender to rushing water. Bears, indifferent to hikers, barely (scuse me) look up from their leisurely grazing for berries in the meadows.
The Enchanted Valley was a privately-owned destination in the 20′s, until the National Park took it over and maintained it as a ranger station and emergency shelter. It’s the first major clearing – there are many beyond it as the trees start thinning and shrinking – and I think it got its name from the myriad waterfalls that grace the cliffs surrounding it. While we were there – 2 nights in June – a crew was replacing the original cedar-shake roof, faithfully duplicating the original shingles, which were almost three feet long! They had had to mill them themselves – you just can’t buy shakes like that anymore.
On the way home, a few of us visited charming Port Townsend and Fort Worden, staying in the youth hostel there by the beach. It’s definitely shorter to go south through Olympia and Hoquiam, but it makes a nice loop to continue the circle.
I’m so glad I finally got to actually experience the Enchanted Valley, one of the many amazing places on the spectacular Olympic Peninsula!
You can see 130 photos from the trip, contributed by myself and the 7 other backpackers, on the Seattle Backpackers website.
How do you feel when people criticize the government, politicians, and “the system” – but don’t do anything – not even vote? Would you like to have a positive influence on the world we’re leaving to our children? I would!
So I went to a community “town hall” meeting the other night, where my Congressman Adam Smith was answering questions and opinions from his voters. I like him. A thoughtful Democrat. Co-sponsor of both the Fair Elections Now Act and the new Disclose Act.
Here I am gathering signatures on a petition for clean elections. My friend Jean and I have been on the Board of Washington Public Campaigns for several years. I’m really lucky to have the time, now that I’m semi-retired, to get involved in these activities.
In 2004, when my younger daughter was 20, we went to Washington, DC, to join the Women’s March. What a thrill! 1.2 million people in support of a woman’s right to make up her mind. Here’s an aerial photo of all of us jamming the mall.
I burn biodiesel in my oil furnace in my home because I’m an environmentalist. The cottage has efficient, quiet Convect-Air wall heaters.
Several times a week, I tutor refugee kids as a volunteer, helping them learn a new language, a new alphabet. To read from left to right. It’s so hard for some of them. They’re fresh from Latin America, East Africa, and Southeast Asia. One’s from Iraq, via Jordan. How brave they are! They’re so grateful for help.
I’ve been a member of South End Neighbors for Peace & Justice since I moved to Burien five years ago. We raise money for Afghan schools, we vigil for peace on “our” street corner (1st & 148th), we register voters, and we get together twice a month for a potluck supper and good friendship. Here’s a booth we hosted at the Burien Strawberry Festival last year. My peace buddy June turned 90 today – what a role model!
If I didn’t “read” the news every morning (online), and learn about events and issues, if I didn’t try to promote my beliefs while respecting the opinions of others, if I just decided to “sit it out,” I would feel rather useless. I’m glad I live in a country where I can try to make a difference.
This is the only watch we’ll have on Spaceship Earth, Folks. It’s up to us. For the sake of our children, stand up. Get involved.