As we’ve traveled across the United States on our quest we have been delighted with the opportunity to see a multitude of varied landscapes. But we have also enjoyed being unofficial ambassadors for our state of Maine.
Yesterday I checked out of my daily routine and soaked up a beautiful Maine summer day.
An early morning run in our neck of the woods started the day off perfectly.
Arriving at my favorite local beach early ensured plenty of quiet seaside space.
The clouds and waves seemed particularly mesmerizing.
Although typically “going to the beach” is virtually code for “sitting in the sun reading”, this visit I spent more time watching the waves swell and crest and the clouds drifting in ever-changing patterns.
The Maine ocean water is almost always numbingly cold even in the middle of summer but a brief dip into the surf provided instant refreshment from the day’s heat.
When this little guy ventured close I took some time to assess him more closely and found his knobby knees somewhat hysterical. His feet made me think he had snapped on tight little flippers at the ends of his tiny stick legs.
Taking time to soak up nature was the perfect way to spend a morning.
If you haven’t been to Maine I wholeheartedly recommend a trip. And if you live here, I urge you to be sure to savor our spectacular home.
“It doesn’t get more simple than this: walk / jog / run … drink beer … and raise money for local non-profits!”
That first line of the race website described exactly what we were looking for and when we arrived at the brewery we knew we had made a great choice for our first race. Instead of handing out race bibs with numbers, we were given a blank bib and asked to write our answer to the question of the day.
“What would you bring to a desert island?”
And my sweetie wrote “My Swiss army knife” which made my choice even better! It was amusing to read other runners’ answers. “Beer” was absolutely a popular suggestion.
When the race started at 11:00 a.m. the temps were already in the 80’s.
The not very shady but otherwise pleasant course crossed the Mississippi River twice before heading back to the brewery where we were treated to beer, music, and other festivities.
There were a number of shirt options to choose from. I think the one I chose perfectly describes our quest.
We were happy to add another glass to our collection.
Earlier in the summer a perusal of our trusty runningintheusa.com website had enlightened us about Mainly Marathons. It is a company devoted to helping runners reach their goal of running races in every state by organizing a series of races on consecutive days in various regions around the country. By offering races mid-week in adjoining states it’s possible to run in up to seven states in a week.
We signed up for four races in their inaugural Prairie Series.
Our first race of their series was in North Dakota. This race actually ran in Minnesota and North Dakota and runners were able to choose which state they wanted it to count for. All of these races start at 5:30 a.m with an optional early start at 4:30. Although we had happily opted for 5K races, many runners were doing half and full marathons. The temperatures were sweltering so the early start helped runners beat some of the later day heat.
All of the Mainly Marathon races are held off-road in parks, at schools, and similar locations. Runners do a specified number of short loops to cover the designated distance for the chosen race. The races we did had loops of about 1.3 to 2.2 miles.
They use a rubber band system in which after every loop you pick up a rubber band to keep track of your distance.
We gathered with our fellow runners in Minnesota for the start of our North Dakota race.
Before we walked across a short bridge to North Dakota where our race would start we received our instructions:
“Take this Dixie cup and run with it back to the rubber band table and then head out on the full loop. Turn around at the zebra cage and come back for the next rubber band. When you are finished with your race go to the timing table and say, ‘I’m done!’ and they will give you your time.”
These are, without a doubt, the most unusual directions we have ever heard at the start of a race. To be honest, we were a bit foggy about the details, but we followed other runners and asked volunteers as we went along. We did turn at some sort of cage in what I believe was the Chahinkapa Zoo but alas, there was no sign of a zebra although we did hear peacocks. We also heard thunder which got progressively louder and was soon accompanied by flashes of lightning. Part way through our race it began to rain but we were able to enjoy a rainbow and sunrise before it began to pour.
The next morning as we entered the park in South Dakota the sight of figures with single lights on their foreheads moving silently towards us was a bit eerie and made us think of aliens for an instant. Quite a few early runners were already on the course. As the sun rose we were once again treated to a beautiful sunrise and a scenic location.
In all of these races there is one main aid station that runners go past as they do their loops.
Since we were only doing 5Ks we didn’t need much but there appeared to be an extensive selection of food, drinks, (including individually marked bottles and cups for specific runners) as well as first aid and comfort items like bug spray, sunscreen, and Vaseline.
We finished our portion of the Mainly Marathon series with races in Nebraska and Kansas .
We found the runners and volunteers to be exceedingly kind and encouraging. No one was disparaging to us for “only” doing 5Ks. The atmosphere was very low-key. There are no awards for placing. In fact, given the number of loops that runners complete I think it would be hard to keep track of who was ahead of you. Timing is casual-no chips, just a volunteer at the table at the end who gives you your time when you tell them you have finished.
The medal system is quite a collection of hardware! You start with a medal and then add state medallions as you complete them.
We really appreciated the opportunity to run consecutive races in neighboring states to avoid making multiple trips from home. And we found the series to be virtually stress-free (except for remembering how many loops to do and where the course went). But I think we’ve probably done our last Mainly Marathons race.
Mainly Marathons is a for-profit organization (although they noted that they do donate a portion of their income to “various organizations”) and our impression of the event was that the focus of the runners was to complete their races. While those are entirely acceptable reasons for races, we missed the feeling of participating in something beyond our own goals. One of the most rewarding parts of our quest has been to run races which benefited specific causes.
While planning this trip, Mike wisely suggested that we run a couple of races that were not part of the series in order to participate in events that had other beneficiaries. As the week progressed and the Mainly Marathon races became “repetitive and redundant” (note the Gilmore Girls line) the thought of running in a “real” race was refreshing.
The Head for the Cure in St Louis, Missouri was our final race and it was exactly what we had hoped for. This race, which is one of many held by this organization, is devoted to raising awareness and funding to support the brain cancer community. As soon as we arrived we felt a bit of relief to once again be running for a cause other than our own quest. The race took place in Forest Park which is a gorgeous venue.
Despite sweltering temperatures
the race organizers were prepared to keep runners comfortable.
The race route traveled through quiet tree-lined roads in Forest Park. The addition of hills after four totally flat prairie races along with the heat made this race a bit more challenging. But we persevered and were thrilled to cross the finish line and complete our 34th state race.
There were many groups gathering to run in honor of loved ones. The stories presented about survivors after the run were incredibly poignant and really reiterated our feelings about wanting our races to benefit a meaningful cause.
We were surprised to hear our names called during the awards ceremony. I (amazingly) won first place in my age group and Mike won second place. This unexpected bonus completely topped off the fabulous experience of this last race in our week of traveling the prairie states.
In eight days we traveled to seven states and ran in six of them. We opted out of the chance to run in Iowa since we had checked that state off in an unexpectedly terrific experience at the Lagomarcino Cocoa Beano race in October 2015.
Once again, this trip provided us with the opportunity to run some terrific races and see new areas of the country-and an extraordinary amount of corn! More about our travels in the next post.
Date Run: July 15, 2017
Quest Race #: 29
The Bottom Line: The Boom Island Brewery Beer Run was the perfect run to start our 6 state adventure. We loved the idea of writing an answer on the bib instead of being assigned a number.
States: North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, and Kansas
Dates Run: July 17, 18, 20, 21, 2017
Quest Race #s: 30, 31, 32, 33
The Bottom Line: Running four races in four states in five days was an excellent way to check several states off of our quest list. It also gave us an opportunity to experience a totally different kind of race. This was our first opportunity to run a race with a Dixie cup and rubber bands!
Date Run: July 22, 2017
Quest Race #: 34
The Bottom Bottom Line: Running in a variety of types of races during the week, culminating with the Head for the Cure, completely solidified how important it is to us to have the races we run benefit a cause much more significant than our quest. Looking back at all of the races we have done since starting this quest, the ones that are most meaningful are the ones where we felt our presence had benefited something much grander than our adventure. And we are looking forward to many more.
The following entry is our last post about a race that we ran prior to starting this blog. Although it is ridiculously belated, our trip to New Orleans was one of our absolute favorites on this quest so I am sharing our adventures to perhaps inspire others to add it to a travel checklist.
We figured that running in New Orleans would be fun. And it was. But experiencing NOLA, as we learned it was referred to, went beyond our expectations. In keeping with our goal of escaping from Maine winters, Mike had proposed the Rock ‘N Roll Half Marathon in New Orleans in February 2014. We dutifully put in our long miles despite desperately cold temps and snowy roads. As we trudged along, visions of a warmer climate kept us going…literally.
We arrived at Hotel Provincial on Rue Chartres and were delighted to find that the city was decorated for Mardi Gras although the height of the season was still a few weeks away.
After a few minutes in the room, we hopped on the elevator to head out to the packet pick-up. We were excitedly chatting when we realized the elevator wasn’t moving. Pushing buttons did nothing to change this. We were stuck in the elevator.
I snapped a photo while we waited in the elevator to capture this moment…and to help distract me from my impending claustrophobia. I had the hotel number in my phone and amazingly there was service in the elevator
“Hello, I’m calling because my husband and I are stuck in the elevator and we wondered if you could help us out.” They said they would call the elevator repair people and offered to send someone over to us while we waited. Shortly, we heard the pleasant voice of the lovely employee dispatched to attend to us. She kindly offered to sing to/with us but we opted for small talk. In a surprisingly reasonable amount of time, the elevator repair people arrived.
They worked for a while but we remained contained in our little space. Eventually, after some movement, the doors opened and we found ourselves at eye level with the floor. Although we could have hoisted ourselves up and out, they cranked some more and the next time the doors opened we walked right out – back at the floor where we had started. We took the stairs down a flight and saw the employees that had been sent to keep us company chatting outside the closed elevator doors. We introduced ourselves as the couple that had been stuck in the elevator, thanked them for their help, and left the building.
We boarded a trolley for the Convention Center where the packet pick-up was located. Another couple about our age sat across from us and mentioned that they were running the race. We told them we were running, too. They told us that the woman was trying to run a marathon in every state. We told them that we were trying to run a race (albeit not a marathon) in every state, too. As we chatted, they told us their son was getting married on June 7th and we said our daughter was getting married on June 7th, too. At this point I began to worry they thought we were some sort of copy cat weirdos despite the fact it was all coincidentally true.
After picking up our packets we returned to the vicinity of our hotel to look for a place for dinner. The Palm Court Jazz Cafe looked intriguing and they had a table available so we went in. We were exhausted, having begun our travels from Maine before the crack of dawn, and gratefully relaxed with a drink while a band assembled on the stage just feet from our table. When we heard the first notes of jazz music I began to realize just how integral music is to New Orleans. The music was absolutely phenomenal. We truly couldn’t stop exclaiming over our good fortune to have happened into this spectacular restaurant with amazing food and unexpected and absolutely fabulous live jazz.
We returned to our hotel, took the stairs to our room, and fell into a blissfully deep sleep.
The next day we walked the few blocks from our hotel to Jackson Square. Those blocks were lined with quintessential New Orleans architecture.
Jackson Square was filled with artists, performers, and musicians.
As we strolled along we encountered a young man sitting behind an old-style typewriter perched on a tiny table. His sign said, “Pick a subject. Get a poem.” We, of course, told him about our quest. He told us to come back in half an hour and he’d have a poem for us.
This is one of our most unique and cherished travel mementos.
A number of canine friends caught our attention.
This dog lay perfectly still and drew a great crowd and plenty of donations for his “proper burial”. When I bent over to add my dollar he turned his head and opened his eyes which elicited a laugh from the spectators.
Although we didn’t venture into the Lower Ninth Ward where Hurricane Katrina had wreaked the most devastation in New Orleans nine years earlier, the impact that catastrophe had on the city was still widely evident. Artisans in Jackson Square used materials salvaged from the wreckage to create works of art. Bookstores sold reading material on the subject. The event was mentioned in conversations. Virtually every aspect of the city offered a reminder of what the residents had endured but also reflected their strength in rebounding from this tragedy.
On a much lighter note a bonus of our trip was an opportunity to visit with Victoria, a great friend of Matt and Amelia’s who would be a part of their upcoming wedding. Not only had she provided us with a fabulously detailed list of possible places to visit and things to do while in the city, she also arranged to take us out to dinner at a popular seafood restaurant, Superior Seafood. Mike and I thoroughly enjoyed our evening and Victoria’s gracious company and conversation.
It was still dark the next morning as we left our hotel to walk to the race. The streets were foggy as other runners silently joined the stream of people heading to the start until a veritable parade of runners poured into the staging area. The race was organized by corrals and we walked several blocks and turned down another street before reaching our starting spot.
The scenic course traveled through various New Orleans neighborhoods with musical entertainment including jazz, rock, Cajun, blues, country and high school bands lining the course. We particularly appreciated the sense of divine support from the gospel singers clad in choir robes as we approached the finish line.
We crossed the finish line in our traditional hand-in-hand fashion.
Although there was some post-race entertainment, we were ready to hit the town to truly embrace NOLA after having refrained from all of the “fun” the city offers prior to the race.
a drink that the day before we had enviously watched people sip while strolling through the streets.
Our spur of the moment decision to take a pedicab tour provided us with an unexpectedly rich insight into New Orleans.
Our driver recommended Three Muses on Frenchmen Street for dinner.
The restaurant was cozy and lively, offering a variety of music, delectable food, and opportunities to easily converse with fellow diners seated inches away. We loved it. On our walk back to our hotel we gathered with others to watch several boys tap dancing on the sidewalk. This was one of many impromptu performances we enjoyed during our stay.
We loved immersing ourselves in New Orleans.
This description of a potential residence caught our attention.
music on virtually every block,
and the culture
created an experience that made our run in Louisiana particularly fabulous.
As we reluctantly checked out of our hotel the next morning we were amused that the desk clerk encouraged us to write a review of our stay on an online site. We thought that perhaps she was a tad optimistic given our elevator adventure. But actually that experience had just added a fun story to be woven into the myriad of others that are giving dimension to these quest journeys.
Quest Race #: 16
Date: February 2, 2014
The Bottom Line: The Rock ‘N Roll Half Marathon was a flat, festive race but New Orleans itself was the true prize in this trip.
Some portions of our Washington State and Oregon trip were planned in advance. We had registered for our races and made reservations at two hotels. But we had opted to leave some flexibility in our plans. There was so much flexibility, in fact, that after our visit to Mount Rainier National Park we had nothing else on our agenda for a few days.
Thanks to this priceless Mother’s Day gift from Hannah,
and a bit of research we eagerly headed to Walla Walla, Washington. Besides being a stellar wine area, I just couldn’t resist being able to say I had been to Walla Walla, Washington.
Leaving Mount Rainier National Park meant re-entered “civilization”. Cellphone service suddenly returned in a barrage of pings as day-old messages popped up from our daughters. They were checking in to see if everything was alright since they hadn’t heard from us in 24 hours. As much as we appreciate modern technology, once we had realized there was no service on the mountain we had stepped back from our typical urge to share our spectacular experience via Snapchat, texts, and Instagram. We snapped photo after photo but delayed sharing the experiences until we had left which meant we were truly able to immerse ourselves in the moment.
As we continued on our drive we suddenly realized that the landscape had changed dramatically and unexpectedly from verdant woods to this.
We drove through miles of rocky hills that were punctuated by acres of irrigated vineyards and orchards.
There were scores of buildings like this along our route with wooden or plastic apple crates stacked stories high.
We stopped at a road side market selling the famous Walla Walla onions.
Tired and hungry as we drove down Walla Walla’s tree-lined streets that hot August night, these signs assured us the trip had been worth it.
A dinner of scrumptious sandwiches at Olive paired with a glass of wine from their expansive wine list revived us.
The next morning we enjoyed an early run through neighborhoods close to our motel. Having an opportunity to see the regional architecture in new locales is something we have appreciated as we’ve been on this quest.
We loved the quirky coffeeshops that we spotted throughout the trip. Living in Maine, we can count on a Dunkin Donuts every few miles. However, we were much more impressed with the individual creativity of these western caffeine kiosks.
We were determined to take advantage of at least one of the multitude of tasting rooms in downtown Walla Walla before heading out to our next destination. As a result, we were in the Spring Valley Vineyard tasting room at 10:30 in the morning…and we weren’t their first customers.
Although we had chosen Spring Valley due to their early opening time, in retrospect we didn’t think we could have made a better choice. It is a family-owned and operated vineyard whose history in the area goes back for generations. The wine tasting was extensive, sophisticated, and delicious and the staff was cordial and impressively informative.
Although the layout of numerous tasting rooms within a few downtown blocks makes it conducive to multiple samplings within a single stroll, we were content to hit the road and head towards the Columbia River Gorge. I had made reservations at the Columbia Gorge Hotel in Hood River, Oregon before leaving home to celebrate our 37th anniversary (a day early). As we drove to Hood River the landscape was mesmerizing once again. The wind turbines were everywhere. We couldn’t stop exclaiming about them and, of course, taking more pictures.
Once we arrived at the Columbia River we were even more enthralled.
The hotel was exactly what I had hoped for with its elegant, historic accommodations, gorgeous views, and impeccable service.
As we settled into our riverside room we were treated to an opportunity to watch scores of windsurfers who were zipping along at alarming (to me) speeds. We had read in our road trip book that this area offers some of the best wind surfing in the world.
The placement of the hundreds of wind turbines along the river now made even more sense.
The view from the dining room where we enjoyed a delectable dinner and breakfast was gorgeous.
We wished we’d had time to embark on a bicycle wine tour offered from the hotel.
Although we were reluctant to depart the next morning we were looking forward to our next race in Bend, Oregon.
Along the route a last minute decision to pull off the road into the Peter Skene Ogden State Scenic Viewpoint provided us with a spectacular view of another river gorge, some enlightening information about how the bridges were constructed, and the most dramatic signage we had ever encountered.
As we approached the canyon we were relieved to see a solid, waist-high rock wall along the edge. Thinking of the sign that claimed that “many dogs have died here” we could only imagine wildly hyperactive canines who upon scaling the wall well over their heads had inexplicably flung themselves over the edge. Thankfully we could see no way a pup could inadvertently venture too far and slip into the gorge.
A display beside the canyon documented how the bridge was built out from each side until it eventually met in the middle. They showed photos of workers casually traversing a single plank suspended between the two portions. Just looking at the black and white photos left me feeling woozy.
If you look closely you can see the bungee cords hanging from this bridge. We watched several people take the plunge.
We had chosen the Deschutes Brewery Twilight 5K Run as our Oregon race without realizing what a popular area Bend, Oregon is. We were envious of the throngs of people who were swimming, tubing, and paddling down the Deschutes River that runs right through town. We regretted not planning to add more time here in order to take advantage of this spectacular vacation spot.
As the name suggests, the race was run in the evening. I ALWAYS run in the morning, usually before I eat anything and never having had more than tea and toast. So I was consciously calculating what and when to eat prior to the race.
As we drove into Bend we chose a restaurant online and carefully followed our GPS directions to the location. When we arrived at Bangers and Brews I was dismayed to realize they only served sausages…and beer. How had that not been obvious to us? I chose what I thought would be a mild order and hoped for the best. But, alas, I have learned that consuming sausage and beer, even hours before a race, is something I will never do again.
But despite that unfortunate lunch choice and a toasty starting time temperature, we were psyched to be spending our anniversary evening at a race.
We started on the grounds of the Deschutes Brewery and made a loop along the river. The course was scenic and often shady and the route gave us a sampling of the fun this area offers. We ran past people stand up paddle boarding down the river, enjoying cocktails on riverside decks, and generally savoring the gorgeous summer evening.
Mike was a great sport and stayed with me despite my snail pace although he was in much better shape and could have cut several minutes off of our time.
However, we finished hand-in-hand on our 37th wedding anniversary and completed our 27th quest race.
The plentiful beer and great music made for a festive finale. We met a couple from Florida who were spending the summer in Bend. As we often do, we filled them in on our quest and I think we inspired them to give it a try, as well.
Our final destination of our week-long trip was Portland, Oregon. Since we had no reservations yet we used part of our driving time to peruse a number of online sites and apps such as Hotel Tonight, Priceline, and Hotwire to get a good deal on a nice room. We have had great luck with websites that offer you a guaranteed star-level and city area without learning which hotel you are booked in until you commit to purchase the room. We like the suspense, not having to make the final choice, and knowing that we’ve gotten a terrific bargain.
We ended up at Hotel De Luxe which is a boutique hotel within an easy walk of the popular Nob Hill district. The room had nifty features to support the “Hollywood’s Golden Age” era feel that is the hallmark of the hotel.
Vintage music was playing on this retro radio when we entered our room.
We appreciated the efforts to “set the scene” including this new take on “Do not disturb” and “Please make up the room” signs as well as the creative bar cart.
Portland was uncharacteristically hot the day we were there.
After a short walk to NW 23rd Street we revived ourselves by slipping into McMenamin’s Ram’s Head for a fabulously refreshing cocktail.
Then a stop at Salt and Straw satisfied our yearning for something cold and sweet.
Making a choice from this menu was a challenge. Enjoying our choice was not.
It was easy to see why this establishment was a hot spot on a sweltering day.
We made reservations at Papa Haydn then returned later in the evening for an absolutely perfect dinner to top off a completely fabulous trip.
It seemed fitting that this view of the mountains, which had truly been omnipresent throughout our trip, would provide us with our parting image of Washington and Oregon as we flew home.
Quest Race #: 27
Date: August 18, 2017 (our 37th wedding anniversary)
The Bottom Line: Running a race on our anniversary was the absolute perfect way to mark the day. Embarking on this quest to run a race in every state has brought us immense pleasure and tons of surprising adventures together.
We loved visiting Bend and Portland. The Twilight 5K was a festive, scenic race. We only wish we had spent more time enjoying all that the regions have to offer.
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.
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).
Bentley and Abby at home in Maine. I just love the contrast in the size of their paws.
We enjoyed our wine tasting and willingly each purchased a bottle.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
After dinner we settled into chairs in the lobby to await a presentation about Mount Rainier from a park ranger.
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.
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.
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.
When we retraced our steps back to the lodge we found the views that had been behind us were also breathtaking.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The views as we rode over the water were spectacular.
The almost surreal sight of Mount Rainier never failed to thrill us-even when it was more than 60 miles away.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
Last 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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Numerous door prizes were distributed and Mike and I were lucky enough to both win something. I won a bucket packed with Avon treats.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.
Thank you, Hannah, our fashion designer daughter, for the use of your dress form to showcase this great shirt.
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”.
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.
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.
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.
This gumbo was divine.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
We liked this glass so much I bought one to add to our collection.
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.
Masked 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.
You can see the masked throwers on this float.
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.
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.
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 extravagant 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.
We had a good run and were pleased with our efforts.
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.
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.
“Joe Cain” was at the party, as well!
We 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.
This provided us one more chance to drink sweet tea and sample more Southern cuisine. The atmosphere was fun and the service was excellent. We left Mobile reluctantly but grateful that we had, once again, had an opportunity to explore a new region with all of the varied food, drink, and experiences that it had to offer.
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.