Hey y'all! As promised (one month late), here is an update on my recent travels.
After getting back from my Montana adventure, Lauren and I spent the weekend in Knoxville. The weekend was filled with great friends, hoppy beverages, and the Astro-Dobbs led Volunteers! The Browless Bomber had one of the greatest games of his collegiate career, which allowed Lauren and I to witness the Vols pullout an epic comeback victory over Georgia. It was the first time we have seen Tennessee win in person in THREE YEARS! That's unbelievable. So much has happened in that time frame... we adopted The Great Grahambeano; many of our friends have had babies, potty-trained them, and have made 3 years worth of college tuition payments into their Gerber Life plans; Bruce Pearl got to coach again, and Bruce Jenner started carrying Coach purses; and Snapchat became the preferred method to share mischievous secrets. Lauren and I were starting to think that we were the curse, but then we found out that one of our diehard Volunteer friends left the game before halftime, sparking one of the greatest come-from-behind victories in the program's history... Sorry Whit, but thanks for breaking the streak!
The next week I was back to work and spent a few days down in Asheville, NC in pursuit of the not-so-famous "Moto-man". This is not a mythological reincarnation of Evel Knievel, but rather a made-up figure on a roadway sign that was created to notify motorcyclists that they're about to traverse a life threatening curve on the Blue Ridge Parkway. The crash statistics compiled after this sign was installed show a negative sloped trend line (for you folks who still add and subtract using your fingers/toes, picture the line going from the top left of the page to the bottom right). I wanted to investigate the situation to see if we should consider a nationwide installation program. After 9 hours in the car, traveling up and down the Parkway, I gave up on this mission when I realized that any previously installed signs had been sign-napped by mischievous bikers... probably Vespa riders. However, I did find a replica of the sign in one of the Parkway's gift shops.
Though I wasn't able to come to any scientific conclusion on the effectiveness of the sign, I believe the program's success revolved more around the public outreach campaign conducted prior to its installation. The trip wasn't a complete waste of time; I did get to enjoy the changing fall foliage along the parkway. I also got to go on a pretty sweet hike and eat at White Duck Taco.
After Asheville, I headed back out west to Salt Lake City, UT to evaluate a forest road in the Uinta National Forest
The forest itself is about an hour and a half south of SLC, so I spent my nights in Provo, UT. That's BYU country for your college buffs. This forest was similar to the Flathead out in Montana, but completely different at the same time. Cottonwoods stole the show out in Montana, but the Aspens claimed the limelight in Utah. We missed them in their prime by about two weeks, but they still stood out against the deep greens of the pines and the reddish, low-profile scrub oaks.
One of the cool things about the road we were reviewing was that it had several retaining walls built by the Civilian Conservation Corps. For those of you who are as ignorant as I was about the CCC, they were created by Roosevelt back in the 1930's. The purpose of the Corps was to provide jobs for unskilled fellas who were struggling after the Great Depression. They worked to conserve and develop natural resources on local, state, and federally owned lands. The CCC eventually dissolved once WWII began. Doing so research, I discovered that Roosevelt shared in School House Rocks' love of the magic number 3 as there were:
A maximum of 300,000 workers hired at any one time;
3 million men participated in the program;
They made $30 per week (of which $25 had to be sent home)
They planted nearly 3 billion trees during the program.
(thanks for the info, Wikipedia)
The day before I left, it was recommended that I visit Temple Square. Little did I know, I had been bamboozled into visiting the very place where Brigham Young established the homestead of the Mormon church. Bamboozled may be too harsh of a word, and a bit misleading; but when I was bombarded with scriptures by Sisters on their 18-month mission, I couldn't help but feel like someone who just realized they weren't going door to door with their new Jehovah Witness friend to find their lost puppy... Wait, what? The people within the Temple were great, not pushy at all. The outside of the Temple and inside of the Tabernacle were beautiful. Since I wasn't a devout Mormon, or even Mormon at all, I wasn't allowed to go inside the temple. Turns out that my Southern Baptist key isn't compatible.
This week I got to mark one place off of my bucket list; I got to go to Portland, OR! It. Was. Awesome! This is where hipsters became hipsters, where Sasquatch was born, where microbreweries serve more beverages than Coke, and where I've wanted to visit for some time. The weather was awesome my first full day, but back to normal for the area (fog/rain) on my last day. I was only there two full days (plus two very long travel days), but I got to do some cool things. I spent most of my time after work driving around the city and exploring different neighborhoods. The Pearl District was one of my favorites. It was busy yet hectic yet homey, quirky yet quaint. It reminded me a lot of the Fan in Richmond (if you don't get that reference, come visit). I got to go on a quick 5 mile hike in Forest Park before going to a local brewery. The park is one of the largest downtown parks in the nation... so "they" say. It was unlike anything I've seen before. I was familiar with the maples and Douglas firs, but not with how large they were nor how everything was covered with moss. I mean everything! Tree trunks, branches, leaves, wooden fence railings, stones, and small children. It was so thick on some trees that ferns had started to grow on top of the branches. Speaking of ferns, the ground was covered in them as well as English ivy. The drizzle dropping off the trees onto the ferns made it look like you were walking next to a green wave. It was pretty awesome.
I made it a point to visit a local brewery and a brewpub. I've always heard that Portland has more microbreweries per capita than any other city, but I haven't checked that fact. I also go to eat at an awesome "southern" restaurant called The Screen Door. Their fried chicken was as good as advertised, but I still think the ladies in
VCU Medical Center's cafeteria still take home the prize for the best fried chicken I've ever had. #friedchickenfridays
To cap off my trip, I made a quick visit to the famous Voodoo Donuts. After waiting in line for 20+ minutes, I realized they were cash only, and I had no cash. After walking 7 blocks in the rain to find an ATM and then waiting another 20+ minutes in line, I got to eat my first VooDoo maple-bacon bar. It was pretty tasty, but I don't know that it was worth the trouble.
I traveled back to Richmond in time to enjoy Halloween with Lauren and friends. We decided to go as Forrest and Jenny. If you don't know who that is, please stop reading this blog. We are no longer friends. Believe it or not, we actually ordered costumes from Amazon for this iconic American couple. Unfortunately, we didn't realize that we ordered them from China... Last I checked, they'll be here by Dec 3rd. The good news is that we were able to improvise; and come December, I'll have some extra clothes to wear while mowing the yard. "And cause I was a gazillionaire, and I liked doin it so much, I cut that grass for free."
While we were giving out candy from our front stoop, one set of parents asked me, "are you supposed to be Forrest Gump?" When I responded with, "yes ma'am; and this in my Jenny," she chuckled and said she wasn't sure if I just normally dressed like that... Though our costumes were great, the award has to go to my buddy, McCall. He dressed up as your's truest!
"Hey McCall, are you dressed as a redneck or a Vol fan?" - stranger
"I'm both! I'm Elliott!" - McCall
The Sunday after Halloween, I flew out to Fresno, CA. I got to spend the week in the Sierra National Forest.
On Monday, we were blindsided by the region's first snowstorm. Since we'd be working around 7,000 ft, I thought we'd only get a dusting. Well, that dusting turned out to be about 14" of snow. We made an attempt to drive our route when there was only about 3" of snow on the ground, but we quickly spun-out and almost slid off the mountain. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a tad on that last comment. But, the vehicle did slide!
We decided to hunker down in a small town called Shaver Lake. It's named after the lake it butts up to, Shaver Lake... Genius. The town was awesome!
The complex we stayed in had individual cabins and a 5 bedroom "hotel". The government rate would only allow us to stay in the hotel, which was more than adequate.
We visited several restaurants Monday evening to do our part to keep their local economy thriving. At the end of the week, we had eaten at 6 of their 7 restaurants/pubs. Apparently, Shaver Lake is crazy busy during the summer and the dead of winter, but we had the run of the town this week. There is a nice ski resort about 15 miles northwest of the town which is really popular. As far as the forest goes, we got to see a small grove of giant sequoias while we were there. I've never seen anything like them before. I thought the 100 year old white oak in my front yard was big, but it looks like a bonsai tree compared to these 2000 year old, 19 foot diameter, giant lumber sticks. It's no wonder we haven't found Sasquatch yet. He's probably propped up next to one of these things.
We also got to visit Wishon Dam. We were assessing the one lane road that traverses the top of this 3,330 (what is it with 3's?!) foot long structure. We were the only ones there, and it was super spooky.
After our debrief on Thursday morning, I took the day off to explore Fresno. I wound up going to a Fresno State football game.
I have to be honest, I said a little prayer because I was/am so thankful to have been raised a Vol fan. I don't think we all know how fortunate we are to have Neyland and 102,455 that come with it. There is no replacing the atmosphere in Knoxville come Saturday in the fall. Fresno State, to their credit, is a passionate fan base. Their tailgating may have been similar to the atmosphere at a spaghetti dinner at church, but they were having a good time. Heck, I had a good time. I stuck it out until just before halftime. I had to leave once I saw their kicker miss an extra point attempt to tie the game. It brought back too many bad memories of Medley's meltdown against Bama this year.
Anyways, I fly back to Richmond tonight for the weekend. Then I'm off to Denver for two straight weeks. I'm scheduled to go to Phoenix the week after Thanksgiving, but that's likely to get snowed out. I know you're scratching your head after that statement, but I'll be in the Tonto National Forest. They supposedly got a dusting from the same storm that hit California this week 😉
Cheers!
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