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Whidbey Island and Mount Rainier National Park

After our race in Seattle, we headed north with a goal of meeting up with our nephew’s wife, Jessey. Branden is a Navy pilot stationed on Whidbey Island but he was deployed to Italy at the time of our visit. However, we were excited to have an opportunity to catch up with Jessey whom we hadn’t seen since our famous blizzard Thanksgiving dinner a couple of years ago.

At Jessey’s recommendation we boarded the ferry in  Mukilteo, about half an hour north of Seattle. The voyage (which may be using that term generously) was speedy and scenic.

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We met Jessey for lunch and talked non-stop as we reconnected. There are numerous wineries on Whidbey Island and after lunch the three of us headed to one that we had spotted along our drive.

The Spoiled Dog Winery sign had caught our attention because of our own spoiled dogs (see below).

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Bentley and Abby at home in Maine.  I just love the contrast in the size of their paws.

 

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We enjoyed our wine tasting and willingly each purchased a bottle.

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The Spoiled Dog Winery produces grapes for some of their wines.

As we departed the winery, Jessey hospitably invited us to spend the night at their new house,despite the fact that the movers had delivered their furniture less than a week earlier and she was still in the process of unpacking. We wavered only briefly  (not wanting to impose) but had soon accepted her gracious offer. We followed Jessey north through Whidbey Island to Deception Pass where Jessey directed us to a perfect spot to park so we could walk onto the bridge for truly majestic views.

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After taking in the vista and snapping a few shots we continued to Jessey and Branden’s new home where we enjoyed truly one of the best evenings of our trip…and we had a fabulous trip!

After leaving Jessey on Monday morning we drove south towards Mount Rainier National Park.  Mount Rainier had been omnipresent since we had landed in Seattle and as we drove closer we became more and more enthralled with this truly majestic mountain.  Although there are mountains in New England, our biggest mountain, Mount Washington, is less than half the size of Mount Rainier’s 14,410 feet..and it’s not a glacier-topped volcano.

As we neared the park we stopped at this rest area to take more photos.

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Some Washington runners whom we had met in Maine earlier this summer had suggested that we go to Paradise.  We had only a vague idea that Paradise was a location in the park and that was where the Paradise Inn was located.  As we drove into Mount Rainier National Park and further from lodging outside of the park, we became more wistful for an opportunity to stay right on the mountain. I had tried to make reservations at the inn before leaving home but there hadn’t been any vacancies on the website.  So when I dragged Mike to the hotel lobby just to check to see if there might be a vacancy, I was not too hopeful.

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Once we entered the lobby of this historic old western lodge I was desperate to be able to stay. And luckily, we could!  Our cozy room was clean and included amenities such as a gorgeous plaid woolen blanket laid across the foot of the bed and thick terry robes. It didn’t include a private bathroom but for the reasonable rate of $119/night and the chance to stay right on the mountain we didn’t mind having to walk down the hall to a bathroom that made me think of an upscale dorm.

After checking in we immediately headed out to explore the mountain.

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The easy path from right behind the inn took us to a small waterfall with a stunning view. Because it was getting late we opted for just a short hike with plans to venture further the next day.img_3085

After returning to our room to change for dinner, we enjoyed the luxury of just walking down the stairs to the expansive dining room in the inn. Although the restaurant offers fine dining the atmosphere was unpretentious.  Many diners,clad in their hiking boots and plaid shirts, appeared to have walked in directly from the mountain. It was perfect.

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After dinner we settled into chairs in the lobby to await a presentation about Mount Rainier from a park ranger.

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These painted lampshades which hang in the lobby depict various plants in the park.

The combined effects of low lighting, plush chairs, and a couple of glasses of wine soon had us nodding off despite the informative lecture the ranger was providing.  We slipped up to our room and as we lay in bed we contemplated the fact that we were sleeping on the slope of an active volcano. Undeterred by this slightly thrilling notion, we enjoyed a wonderful night’s sleep.

We awoke before dawn the next morning anxious to begin our hike. But wishing to avoid early morning encounters with wildlife, we drank tea and coffee in the quiet now empty lobby while we waited for sunrise. As the sun appeared I went outside to try to capture some early morning images.

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Once it was light we began our climb up the mountain through the alpine meadows which were filled with acres of flowers and views that made us sigh and exclaim about the beauty surrounding us about every 30 steps. We definitely now knew what “Paradise” was.

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I was delighted that we were able to ascend the mountain while walking on a gravel path that required no actual climbing. My family could readily recount a number of times when during a family hike they have had to kindly point out that my semi-hysterical declaration that “It’s too scary and I’m not moving” wasn’t actually going to be an option.

The only hysteria on this hike came in the form of hysterical laughter from Mike as he watched me crab-walk along small rocks in a stream so narrow that I could have almost reached across it and with water so shallow I doubt that my ankles would have even been wet had I “plunged” into it.  I’m convinced that if I had been carrying one of the spiffy walking sticks that I had seen other hikers using I would have spared myself the humiliation and traversed the stream without hesitation.

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When we retraced our steps back to the lodge we found the views that had been behind us were also breathtaking.

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As we  returned to the Paradise Inn and packed up to continue our northwest travels we were a bit sorry to be departing from this majestic spot. However, we left Paradise full of  awe and gratitude for our unexpectedly wonderful adventures, eager to share our experiences and hoping to inspire others to make this a destination in their own journeys.

 

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Seattle and Lake Union 10K

 

While the iconic Space Needle is synonymous with Seattle, flying fish, a ferris wheel that soars over Puget Sound, and a phenomenal blown glass exhibit were what really made our Seattle trip memorable.

Having checked all but four states east of the Mississippi off of our quest list but only three to the west we signed up for races in Washington and Oregon.  We flew from Boston to Seattle on Virgin America.  This was our first time using this airline and we had a great experience.

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The cool purple lighting added a neat ambiance.

Strangely, one of the highlights of our flight was their safety video.  And stranger still, when we got on our connecting flight we were actually excited that we would be able to watch the video again!.

We  headed directly to Pike Place Market on Saturday morning following a tip from some Washington runners that we had met in Maine earlier this summer.

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As soon as we entered the market we knew we were in the right place because the fish market was surrounded by scores of tourists with their cameras poised to snap a picture of a flying fish. When a customer chose a fish the fish monger at the front of the display tossed it to the guys behind the counter.  Often the fish flew back and forth a few times accompanied by a distinctive call.  I wasn’t able to capture this on video but this excerpt from YouTube depicts it perfectly.

The market is also known for its flowers.

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Everyone seemed to be walking by with giant, gorgeous bouquets. One man told us he had paid only $10.00 for his stunning collection of blooms.

We walked a mile from the market to the Space Needle but after discovering that there was a two hour wait to take the elevator to the top we opted for the Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibit adjacent to it. We paid our admission and planned to wander around the display for a bit.  But we were immediately transfixed by the overwhelming color, design, and extravagance of the creations. We truly could not refrain from taking photo after photo.  I don’t think  I’ve ever been somewhere where so many observers also seemed to be overcome by the magnificence of the exhibition.

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We left the exhibit a bit stunned by our unexpectedly fabulous experience and made our way back to the market.  We were tired, thirsty, and hungry so after climbing a small mountain of stairs back up to the Market we arrived at Red Cedar and Sage.

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Just sitting down at the bar felt great but sampling two local beers accompanied by a remarkably delicious egg salad sandwich felt even better. When we were joined by a pleasantly chatty  fellow traveler we couldn’t resist convincing him to venture to the Chihuly Garden and Glass Exhibit. As we conversed, two complimentary orange rosemary sorbet mimosas were placed in front of us. They were fabulous.

It would have been easy to have wiled away the afternoon drinking and conversing at the bar but we departed and walked the short distance to the Seattle Great Wheel.

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The views as we rode over the water were spectacular.

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The almost surreal sight of Mount Rainier never failed to thrill us-even when it was more than 60 miles away.

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We left downtown Seattle to pick up our race packets and shirts for the Lake Union 10K which we were running the next day. We loved the gender-specific race shirts.

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Finding the race location the next morning was a breeze. We thought it was fitting that we could see the Space Needle from that location, too.IMG_6845

As the name suggests, the race takes place around Lake Union. While we waited for the race to begin we wandered down to the waterfront where we were pleasantly surprised to find a display of historic boats.

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Strolling along the dock learning about various noteworthy vessels was certainly a new but entertaining way to spending the pre-race time.  We encountered a local couple and when they noticed Mike’s Beach to Beacon volunteer shirt we began talking about running in Maine.We urged them to attempt to get into what we think is one of the best races ever.

When the race started we joined about 1200 other runners on the course around the lake. The mostly flat course traveled through lake-side neighborhoods, across two draw bridges, and along various paved trails.

We were pleased with our finishing time and the completion of our 26th state.

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Notice the Space Needle popping up behind my head.

A signature feature of this race is the post race breakfast provided by Portage Bay, also the major race sponsor.

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We were thrilled that the beneficiary of this race is Girls on the Run. I even chose Girls on the Run on my Charity Miles app and wracked up an additional donation while I ran.

We left the race feeling delighted to have completed another state and eager to continue with our traveling adventure.

The story continues in our next post-Whidbey Island and Mount Rainier National Park.

Have you been to Seattle?  What was your favorite part?

Do you use the Charity Miles app to earn money for terrific causes?

State: Washington

Quest Race: #26

Date Run: August 14, 2016

The Bottom Line: The Lake Union 10K was a pleasant, scenic race in Seattle which provided us with the opportunity to explore Seattle and support a fabulous cause.

 

 

 

A New 4th of July Tradition…Continued

IMG_2842Last year I wrote about our new Fourth of July tradition of doing  our own (Independent?) 4 on the Fourth.  Mike and I are looking forward to doing the same run this year, as well.  I also proposed the idea of celebrating the Fourth by doing other “fours”on the Fourth -swimming 4 laps in the pool, reading 4 chapters of a book, trying 4 yoga poses, doing 4 random acts of kindness,  catching 4 fish (which is Mike’s goal), lighting 4 sparklers…you get the idea.

Perhaps you’d like to give this “Fours on the Fourth” idea a try as well.  If you do, we’d love to hear about it.  You can leave a comment here to tell about your celebration and you can also post a photo on Instagram and tag us @runningfifty #independent4onthe4th.

Whether you enter a race, run four miles on your own, or try some other “Fours on  Fourth” we wish you a fun-filled, safe Fourth of July!

Halfway To 50 States!

With only a couple of weeks to go before Amelia and Matt moved away from Pittsburgh, we finally arranged a race in nearby Ohio. Matt’s M.B.A. graduation from Tepper School of Business at Carnegie Mellon University offered the perfect opportunity to coordinate a visit and a race.

Perusing our traditional trusty race resource, Runningintheusa.com  failed to locate any Ohio races in the area close to Pittsburgh.  But after doing a little research, I found the Austintown Lion’s 21st Annual “5K in May”.  With less than an hour and a half drive from Pittsburgh and a 9:45 a.m starting time, this seemed like exactly what we needed to check Ohio off of our quest list.

Matt’s parents, Bill and Terry, kindly offered to accompany us to the race.  We all enjoyed the scenic rolling farmland and the opportunity to visit during the drive to Austintown. Thanks to excellent details on the race entry form,  we arrived exactly at the starting location right on schedule, thus sparing Terry and Bill the “excitement” of navigation challenges that we have endured when traveling to a few other races.

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The rainy forecast made us particularly thrilled to discover that registration and other race activities took place in an attractive heated building with indoor facilities. It proved to be the perfect spot for our spectators to be able to watch the race and stay cozy and dry.

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We seldom have companions for our races so this was a real treat. Bill had the foresight to take a photo of us before we headed out into the rain to document our pre-race status.

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He even got a shot of us at the starting line. Normally if we have any visual documentation at the start it’s an awkward selfie or a random shot of the crowd.

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The group of runners who lined up at the start may have been small but it was undeterred by the weather.  After a few brief announcements, we were off and running.

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The race took place at the Austintown Township Park and was run on a pleasant gravel trail that wound through woods and past a small pond.

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The person in the bright jacket ahead of us was a lovely woman whom we chatted with who ended up winning our age group division.

The route  is a double loop that goes past the main building where registration and awards took place. Terry and Bill were able to see us four times during the race without having to leave the building. But being the great sports they are, they even popped out to cheer us on as we ran by.  There was excellent volunteer support along the route, including a water stop which we ran past twice.

We loved the course, despite the rain, and were pleased with our time.  Here is our post- race shot where we are looking (and feeling) decidedly soggy.ohio after

Numerous door prizes were distributed and Mike and I were lucky enough to both win something.  I  won a bucket packed with Avon treats.

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The prizes also included many gift certificates to local restaurants. Since we were all getting hungry we were keeping our fingers crossed that Mike would receive one of those…and he did, which allowed us to later redeem his prize at the Korner Restaurant on our way home.

I was thrilled  to win second place in my age group.

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As I went up to receive my medal I commented to the announcer that we had chosen their event for our Ohio race in our quest to run a race in every state.  There was a kind response from the other runners and spectators when he shared this with the group.  I think it drives Mike crazy when I do this but I can’t resist sharing our enthusiasm for our adventure. I also have found that people seem to appreciate knowing that their race had a special attraction.

What started out as a random race to check Ohio off of our quest list, once again became an event filled with unexpected bonuses.  It was a well organized race with a pretty course and generous awards and prizes. We had an opportunity to meet wonderful people, including the woman who won my age group who is on her own quest to run twelve races this year. Having Terry and Bill join us made the trip much more fun and provided vastly better race photography!

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We nabbed another runner to snap a shot of us with Bill and Terry after the race.

Ohio is the 25th state in which we have run. It seems fitting that rather than marking this halfway point milestone with a fancy race in a flashy destination, we once again were treated to the unexpected pleasures of a small race in a less famous location. Our experience here solidified the philosophy that has emerged during our adventure. It is the journey, not just the destination, that truly matters.

State: Ohio

Quest Race #: 25

Date Run: May 14, 2016

The Bottom Line: We loved everything about this race!  We only regret that it’s unlikely we will have a chance to see the people we met again and that Bill and Terry aren’t going to be able to accompany us to and provide outstanding support at the next 25 races.

 

Janji Pop-up Store

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When Mike and I were in Boston on Saturday we unexpectedly came across the Janji pop-up store. I had seen some Instagram posts recently and had been vaguely aware of a Newbury Street location.  However, I was unfamiliar with this company and the work they are doing.  So when we walked by their storefront with their company motto on the window, I was excited to have a chance to go in.

We were met by Eugene, the engaging store manager, who filled us in on the company’s mission.  Every piece of clothing that is purchased provides quality drinking water for a person in a designated country for an entire year!  After hearing that, I was determined to buy something -a real sacrifice, I know!

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As I began browsing through the nifty racks created from metal water pipes the challenge became narrowing down which item(s) to buy because the clothing is so uniquely appealing.  I decided on a long sleeve shirt adorned with giraffes that will provide water for someone in Kenya and a windbreaker that benefits someone in Guatemala.

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Thank you, Hannah, our fashion designer daughter, for the use of your dress form to showcase this great shirt.

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I love the lining of this windbreaker.

We had an opportunity to meet the company founders, Mike and Dave, as well.  They were enthusiastic and welcoming.  Their passion for their mission and running was  contagious.

I am thrilled to have became aware of this incredible running apparel company and I look forward to continuing to support their efforts.  Janji apparel is available in a number of running stores but they also have a website where you can view their extensive line of running clothing and learn more about their inspiration and work.

The pop-up store on Newbury Street in Boston will be there until May 8.  It is located just around the corner from the Boston Marathon finish line.  They are offering a variety of upcoming events related to the marathon, running, and fitness.  Check out their website for more details.

I encourage you to learn more about this inspirational company. Supporting their mission is easy. Their apparel is exquisite and affordable. By making a purchase you receive the benefit of cool running apparel for yourself while helping another person have the even greater gift of access to water.

Janji means “promise” in Malay. For me, running provides me with the promise of accomplishment, strength, health, and peace.  Now when I head out for a run in my Janji apparel I will also carry with me the knowledge that I am indeed “running for another”.

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Running in Two States (Actually, Three) in One Weekend

With a hand shake, the deal was sealed.  Mike and I were enjoying drinks at our hotel in Boston the night before we were due to fly to Pensacola to begin our trip to run races in Mississippi and Alabama.  But the forecast was predicting a winter storm to begin the next morning pretty much at the moment our plane was due to depart. Mike was so sure that our flight would be delayed at least 2 hours that he wagered footing the bill for lunch the next day.  I was betting we would be able to escape just in the nick of time.

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When we arrived at the airport early the next morning (or what seemed like the middle of the night), our flight was still on time. The plane was boarded on schedule just as the snow began.  The pilot informed us that we just needed to go through de-icing and we’d be on our way.  After an interesting but slow de-icing process we finally took off…about an hour late.  We had about an hour layover for our connecting flight in Charlotte so this delay did not bode well for making this connection.  Throughout the flight I was able to monitor the status of our next flight (on time, of course) and determine which gates we would arrive at and depart from (different terminals, of course). We landed with 20 minutes before our next flight was due to depart.  Figuring we had nothing to lose, we opted to try to make it to the plane before it left.  We bolted from the plane and began running through the terminals to our next gate.  You might think that as runners, we’d be all set for this type of challenge.  Our problem is that we had not had the foresight to include running with a backpack and pulling a suitcase into our training.  We did learn that you can make really good time when you run on the people-mover conveyor belts.  Once we were in the right terminal we only had to run past 28 gates before reaching ours.  As our gate came into view the area was alarmingly empty with the exception of the gate attendants at the desk.  I waved to them as we careened up to the desk “Home Alone” style. They greeted us by name and called down the boarding tunnel to alert the crew that we were on our way.

As we boarded the plane, the flight attendants pointed out the two remaining seats. I settled into my seat beside a gracious stranger, gratefully caught my breath and said a silent thank you that I had remembered to apply deodorant after I showered at 3:00 a.m.

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I took a few photos on the plane to send to one of my small clients who loves planes.  (I do, too!)

We had signed up for the Bob Coleman Winter Run 10K in  Mississippi on Saturday so planned to drive to Jackson on Friday.  Our route went right through Mobile, Alabama where we were running on Sunday so we decided to stop for lunch there on our way.  The Dumbwaiter Restaurant came up as a good option on Yelp so we decided to give it a try.

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We loved the cool atmosphere and the excellent service.

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This gumbo was divine.

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The chocolate bread pudding had Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Heath Bar pieces in it. Oolala!

Mike, being the gracious gentleman that he is, made good on our earlier wager and paid for lunch since we had miraculously arrived on time.

It was chilly, even by Maine standards, the next morning when we arrived at the start of the Bob Coleman Winter Run 10k in Clinton, Mississippi.  The drive from Jackson along the Natchez Trace Parkway was beautiful and serene and gave us a preview of our course since the race is run along that road.  As we picked up our numbers and shirts and made the inevitable trip to the (amazingly short) port-a-potty line I was struck with the thought that no matter where we are running, runners are always the same.  It was somehow reassuring to be surrounded by a group of like-minded, enthusiastic, pleasant individuals even though we were in a completely unfamiliar location.

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Somehow Mike ended up being #1, confirming what we’ve known all along.

The relatively small group of 10K runners gathered at the start and after a few announcements we were on our way along the scenic route.

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We ran along the side of the road since the route was not closed to traffic. Several police cars traveled up and down the course to ensure that drivers were cautious as they drove past us.  The biggest obstacle for us (me) was watching out for raised reflective markers along the painted line.  We don’t have these very helpful traffic markers in Maine due to repeated plowing of the roads so it was a bit of a new experience.

We felt great as we ran along the route.  Although it was chilly and there were no leaves on the trees, the sound of songbirds definitely made it feel more spring-like than the weather we had just left.

The race benefited CARA-Community Animal Rescue and Adoption which is a local no-kill animal shelter. Having adopted many animals over the years from shelters in our area, we were pleased to be able to support this cause. Mike continued his lucky streak and won a nifty neon orange knit cap in the after-race raffle.

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Here is our requisite awkward post-race selfie.

After quickly showering and packing up we left our hotel and headed to the nearest Waffle House for our post-race breakfast. Being Northerners,  we had never been to what I’ve heard is a veritable institution in the south.  Bon Appetit had a great article about Waffle Houses and I had heard on NPR that FEMA actually rates a disaster based on the level of operation at the local Waffle House. Getting to the closest one meant driving about two miles. They are everywhere, not unlike Dunkin Donuts in the north.

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I’m blaming it on the post-race high but I was almost giddy to be eating at a Waffle House. I could hardly keep from blurting out that I was a newbie to our waitress.  (Well, I think I may have actually told her but, like everyone else we encountered on our trip to the south, she was very friendly and hospitable despite having an endorphin-crazed Northerner on her hands).  Pathetic, I know, but true.

Because Mobile was in the midst of its Mardi Gras, we had decided to head back there after the Mississippi race in order to experience more of the festivities. Once in the city we noticed that the majority of people were carrying empty bags. We knew that beads were often thrown off of floats but we were intrigued that spectators were clearly anticipating some significant loot.

We hadn’t eaten since our Waffle House experience so happily returned to the Dumbwaiter Restaurant.  Since we just wanted a drink and appetizers we sat at the bar where we chatted with the bartender who filled us in on the Mobile Mardi Gras,  which is actually the country’s original Mardi Gras.

Mike sampled a couple of beers including a Lazy Magnolia that he loved.

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We liked this glass so much I bought one to add to our collection.

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The Dumbwaiter’s green tomato stack and baked oysters bienville were a perfect pre-parade indulgence.

The Dumbwaiter Restaurant is just around the corner from the parade route so finding a spot to view the parade was easy.  As we waited for the parade to begin we were surprised to be entertained by the Mobile motorcycle police officers as they drove in circles, zoomed up and down the road, and generally “cowboyed around” (Mike’s phrase) as they patrolled the area prior to the start of the parade.  I later wondered if the Mobile police department is able to recruit new officers readily when young parade spectators are inspired to join the force after watching the fun the department exhibits during the parades.

Once the parade began, Mike and I were stunned by the incredible floats that the Mystics of Time presented.

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knightMasked riders on horseback preceded most floats.  As horse owners,we were truly impressed with the calm, steadfast horses that didn’t seem phased in the least as their riders flung strings of beads into the screaming crowds, while marching band drums beat so loudly they reverberated in our chests, and spectators hung from open second floor windows and called for things to be thrown to them.

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You can see the masked throwers on this float.

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People were at every second story window.  Some even held nets out in order to collect the flying goods.

The high school marching bands were plentiful and impressive.

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As the parade continued we went from casual spectators to completely enthralled participants as we waved and yelled to encourage them to “Throw me something, Mister!”. We were rewarded with beads, Moon Pies, a glow stick, giant sunglasses, a huge plastic toothbrush, a plastic oinking pig, a ball, and a plastic cup which conveniently listed the next five Mardi Gras dates. Luckily, a small boy was standing next to us so we were able to share/unload the items we didn’t want to pack into our suitcases.  But we left the parade festooned with beads and more.

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This building was lit up in changing Mardi Gras colors.

We had chosen to run in Mobile after reading about the Joe Cain Classic 5K race.  The Mardi Gras theme appealed to us (even before we knew there was a full-fledged Mardi Gras in the city, as well). So it was not surprising to find the race volunteers dressed in extravagent Mardi Gras attire.  Mike and I adorned ourselves with the beads we had nabbed the night before and felt ready to join the festivities.

The out and back course is billed as flat, fast, and ugly…and I don’t think they were just referring to me in this photo, although that certainly is awful! We ran past the jail and as the race website describes it, “a scenic scrap yard”.  The proceeds from this race benefit challenged athletes.

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We had a good run and were pleased with our efforts.

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But the best part of the race was the block party after we ran. We have run a LOT of races and we’ve decided this was definitely the best after-race event we’ve ever been to. The block party was held on a little side street a few blocks from the end of the race.  Houses were decorated for Mardi Gras.

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The non-stop music was fabulous and absolutely added to the very festive vibe.  There was a huge array of food including Southern treats like grits and pimento cheese sandwiches. We had enjoyed two beers by 9:30 a.m. and it seemed perfectly normal given the party atmosphere.

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“Joe Cain” was at the party, as well!

partyWe would have loved to stay longer and hang around for the official Joe Cain Day parade but, alas we had to head back to Pensacola to catch our flight. It was tough to leave such a great party but we consoled ourselves with lunch at Felix’s Fish Camp on our way out of town.

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States: Mississippi and Alabama

Dates Run: Bob Coleman Winter 10K-February 6, 2016

Joe Cain Classic 5K  – February 7, 2016

Race #: 23 and 24

The Bottom Line: Arranging to run two races on consecutive days took a bit of planning but the effort was totally worthwhile.  The Bob Coleman Winter Run was a lovely 10K along a scenic, quiet historic route.  We were pleased to be able to support CARA, the local animal shelter, with our registration fees.

Serendipitously ending up in Mobile during the height of Mardi Gras was a true highlight of our adventure.  Although being on this quest to try to run a race in every state tends to interfere with our desires to return to places we have visited, we have already earmarked the Joe Cain Classic as a race we truly hope to run again.

 

 

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A Month in Pictures

 

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If you look carefully you can see our spiffy “Running Fifty” shoe tags that were created for us by Run Inspired Shoe Tags.  I ordered a pair for Mike for Christmas and got a set for myself, too. The tags arrived within a few days with a lovely hand-written note commenting on our quest to run a race in every state.  We love having such a personal, hand-crafted item tagging along (pun intended) on our runs!

As I assembled these photos I realized there was a definite theme to most of these…skies with silhouetted trees or as the Instagram hashtag I saw yesterday puts it…#stickseason. The majority of these were seen on my runs.

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Bentley and I took a walk in the woods and I was able to snap this portrait of him.

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wall

wine

Mike and I enjoyed a wonderful lunch in Boston at Piattini Wine Cafe.

field

wagon

black and white

water

snow and sun

vet