"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, March 13, 2017

The Travelers Return!

      Oh the places you'll go! Indeed.  I have finally returned to the farm and will say, in all honesty, it is nice to be back in my own bed at night.  Let's start at the very beginning....a very good place to start.

     I packed my little green suitcase and rode the big, blue plane west to San Francisco to meet up with my sister and her friend, Laura.   
      We had a day and a half to do the City on The Bay before flying on to Hawaii. We rented a car and struck out with confidence.
      After getting hopelessly lost in downtown SF, driving through bike lanes, over trolley tracks, possibly going the wrong way up one way streets and running a red light or two, we found ourselves, by the grace of God and all the angels, at Grace Cathedral. We bailed out of the car and headed up into this holy place, in search of stained glass windows and the famous bronze doors.  As you can see, we found both of those as well as a labyrinth inlaid into the floor, a lovely wooden choir loft and a magnificent organ. Sadly, no one was practicing on that particular afternoon.
    The bronze doors are copies of the Ghiberti doors in Florence, Italy.  (I have of picture of myself (looking quite a bit younger) in front of those doors as well....somewhere). During the bombing in WWII, a casting of the doors was made and shipped home to the United States, in order to preserve this masterful renaissance work.  The original doors survived, by the way. The figures on the doors tell well-known Old Testament stories: Adam and Eve in the garden, Jacob and Esau, Jericho and others.
      From the cathedral, we walked downhill past some fancy-shmancy hotels to the street where the trolley ran, and jumped aboard. Now I understand the truth about all those steep hills. Wow.  We rode to the end of the line and then hoofed it down to the wharf where we discovered the museum of sailing ships.  We listened as a much-tattooed old sailor told us the life story of the Thayer, a restored sailing ship that hauled lumber, and other various cargos up and down the west coast.     
     We climbed in, over, around and through an adverbial tug and explored the 'tween deck and beyond of a much larger masted ship...whose name I have forgotten.(That's it in the picture.) If you look carefully, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge in the background of this picture of JB and I at the wheel.
       By that time I was hot, thirsty, hungry and needed to pee. We got the crew all corralled and walked down to the eateries where we had a lovely sit-down lunch/supper and then walked back up the street and a couple of hills to the Ghiradelli chocolate factory and store. Ah, dessert..Oh, my aching feet. The trolley was mostly done for the day and we were cold anyway, so we hailed a cab that took us back to the cathedral and (the best part) gave us precise directions on how to get out of the city and back to our hotel. (Blessings on his head.)
      The next day we flew over the ocean blue and landed in Honolulu, Hawaii. Tada! Back at the ocean, finally. I will tell you that every morning and most afternoons I found my way to these lovely beaches. We were staying near BYU Hawaii which is most of the way up the east side of Oahu. There aren't a lot of tourists in that part of the island so we usually had the beaches to ourselves. They were glorious. Danny always wanted to go to Hawaii, so I took along his tie-dye Mole Day shirt as his token presence there with me.  JB loved the beach, as usual. He has seen many more beaches than I have and this was actually his second trip to Hawaii. (Thanks Jason and Jennifer.)
    One more picture and then I'll stop for the night.  This is The Point, where we walked out across lava rocks and passed a pleasant hour watching the gorgeous blue ocean, as well as a few whales in the distance.

This is a good stopping place for tonight. Tomorrow I will continue the tale.  Oh, wait; here's one more picture of Anniroo on the beach before church. There, see you tomorrow.



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