Halt and Catch Fire: European Train Travel While Considering the Importance of Disruptive Innovation

Us. Bruges, Belgium
Us. Bruges, Belgium
Bruges, Belgium train Station
Station Brugge, Bruges, Belgium

Traveling through Europe, trains were my place to unplug. Consequently, while traveling on the train from London to Paris, and eventually Paris to Brussels, then Brussels to Antwerp, and then Antwerp to Amsterdam, I began (binge) watching the AMC show “Halt and Catch Fire,” which Dave had conveniently uploaded to my iPad. The show is about a group of early software and hardware engineers and developers. As I watched, I saw my own experience creep into vivid focus. Ultimately (and of course), I felt like I could be writing the script. I have always worked in technology, and my lovely husband Dave is a product executive, just like the show’s lead (Lee Pace). And like the show’s lead, Dave has always chased innovation, and the startup dream. My husband is known as an early adopter, and as such, prides himself at being the first. I really do believe he is one of the first people to own a TIVO, for instance. And of course it was a TIVO that he won. I think it was a writing contest.

The train was not crowded. In fact it was pleasant. That being said, my boys were bickering about something (because they should be getting sick of each other after traveling this long). We lost our usual distraction, a game called, “Love Letter,” so a little escape was definitely in order. I put my headphones on, announced, “hey boys, if you need anything ask Dad,” and I pushed play. As I watched “Halt and Catch Fire,” and how the show historically illustrates the disruptive innovation cycle, I felt my own childhood, then my career in technology, even my career blogging, and now my travel writing come into focus. I was completely mesmerized, forgot I was on a train in the middle of Europe, and was transported back in time.

The show takes place in the 1980s and like the people in the show, in the 1980s my step-dad (TED, the dad who raised me) was a computer programmer, a programmer who was always searching for the next innovation or revolution. Ted also believed the revolution was computing. Like the rest of humanity, he just wasn’t sure how.

Antwerp, Belgium: Antwerp Central Train Station
Antwerp, Belgium: Antwerp Central Train Station

Maybe because of my immense need to connect to a father figure, or maybe because I could see it too, I was also extremely interested in technology. When the gifted coordinator at my school suggested I enroll in summer gifted classes, I begged to take computer programming. I did, and was the only girl. Like the show so beautifully portrays, the future saw my potential more than I could. I remember using stacks of his computer punch cards to take notes. We typed papers on Wordstar, and then printed them on our home computer. Because we dumped our money into our home computer and a home laser printer, we were often left short. Meaning our cars were never new, regularly broke down, gas tanks bled to empty, and back at home unpaid utilities left us with no heat in the cold Minnesota winter.

Train tracks in Paris, France
Train tracks in Paris, France
The boys and I riding the Eurostar under the Chunnel from London to Paris
The boys and I riding the Eurostar under the Chunnel from London to Paris

Consequently, our home was filled with a lot of chaos, including crazy dreams of the next big thing. Unlike my own reality, “Halt and Catch Fire” deals with make-believe people, who have education, and somehow find the means to make it all work. Why oh why can’t our lives be made-up television worlds? Hindsight is such a weird crystal ball. I am confidant if Ted had been doing his crazy computer purchasing a decade later, he would have had a better chance at success — at least that is what I want to believe. Instead, we were poorly financed innovators, innovators without a true direction.

According to AMC, “The lesson is harsh but clear: in history, only the truly disruptive ideas are destined to matter.”

Bruxelles-Midi Train Station, Brussels, Belgium
Bruxelles-Midi Train Station, Brussels, Belgium
Bruxelles-Midi Train Station, Brussels, Belgium
Station Brugge, Bruges,Belgium

And maybe it’s this idea of disruptive innovation that causes such a moths-to-the-flame styled humanity. Ok, here is what I mean: Craft blogs. Once some lady made some money craft blogging, then everyone wanted to open an Etsy store and claim their place as a craft blogger, right? Better yet, how about the concept of frozen yogurt. Why are there so many serve-yourself yogurt places? Because one person was successful. It is crazy. Maybe success is the measure of disruption. Remember when the iPhone first came out? It completely revolutionized how we communicate. Once we realized the upside, we all had to have one. BUT we had to always see how good something was before we would commit.

I remember being an early blogger. People thought I was crazy and really weird. Remember how concerned people would get? People would ask, “Beth, why are you sharing such personal feelings to complete strangers?” When I used the word blogging in a sentence like the phrase, “I am a blogger,” I was more often than not met with a judgmental laugh or an eye-roll. Now everyone has a blog. And years later, the eye-rollers are now sharing feelings I wouldn’t even think to share.

Blogging matters. Self-serve yogurt shops matter, and so do craft blogs.

Paris Gare du Nord Train Station
Paris Gare du Nord Train Station
Paris Gare du Nord Train Station
Paris Gare du Nord Train Station

Because I, even though I have done it forever, I know I am not the Halley’s Comet of travel writers. I wish I were, yet I want to be that disruptive innovator. Nevertheless, what the show reminded me is that I cannot see the future. Unfortunately, when we cannot see the future, we as humans tend to compare ourselves to our now. Meaning if I see someone successfully travel writing now, I have hard time seeing myself also filling that space. What we need to do, what I need to do is simply innovate, innovate and ignore the now. Then point our heads forward.

In the end and as I rode all of those European trains, I took breaks from watching and because we had a data plan, I looked at travel writers like #tropicofcandycorn’s Instagram pictures. She does it well. And maybe it was the food poisoning acquired in Antwerp, or maybe it was because I was now taking a plane instead of a train from Amsterdam to Gothenburg, I got it. I started pointing my head forward. Why I like “Halt and Catch Fire” is that it illustrates the pain (albeit dramatically). It also shows people from an earlier time (the 1980s) who could not see how their innovations would unfold. What they had to believe is that they would.

The gift is that because it is now 2015, we can see how all of this disruptive innovation unfolds. We no longer have to think people are crazy for posting pictures of their kids online (ok, maybe a little crazy — wink wink), or that using a credit card on the internet is only something a stupid person would do (identify thefters ignore this comment). Now we know that what the technology innovators of our recent past create is beyond anything they could actually dream. Isn’t that cool?

Holding to the past, comparing myself to others prevents me from innovating. Ironically it is travel and the adventure that forces me to stop comparing and keeps me pushing forward.

Bruges to Antwerp, Belgium
Bruges to Antwerp, Belgium
Traveling Antwerp to Bruges, Belgium, (when we still had our game, Love Letter)
Traveling Antwerp to Bruges, Belgium, (when we still had our game, Love Letter)

SIDEBAR

  • Yes, if you are into historical dramas and the technology revolution, I would totally recommend AMC’s “Halt and Catch Fire.”
  • We believe we lost our game, “Love Letter,” on a train. If you find it, let us know. Thank you! In the meantime, I might suggest purchasing a copy of your own. It is 4 player game. It is easy and portable, and is great for trains (as long as you can keep track of it).
  • Train Travel TIP: As far as European train travel goes, we highly recommend it. In the past we rented cars in Europe. Because we were traveling during high season (August), rental cars were outrageously expensive so we opted for the train.
  • Train Travel TIP: Say you want to travel from Paris to Antwerp (that is what we were trying to do). Paris to Antwerp is very expensive. If you buy your ticket from Paris to Brussels and then buy a local Belgium ticket, you save many Euro.
  • Train Travel TIP: London to Paris train travel. Buy your tickets in advance. You will save money. I also recommend splurging for the upgraded seats on this particular route.
  • Train Travel TIP: Don’t be afraid to move on the train once it is going. Look for an empty car. The farther away you get from the loading area, the better chance you will have at finding one.
On the train leaving Antwerp, Belgium: Antwerp Central Train Station
On the train leaving Antwerp, Belgium: Antwerp Central Train Station
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Europe Summer 2015: Our Day in Bruges

 

Bruges, Belgium
Bruges, Belgium

Ok. Hello there. Here is the deal. Blogging on this particular trip has not been the easiest. We are offline more than we are on (which is not such a bad thing, by the way). Anyway, today, I decided I would start sharing the notes I take along the way. Let me know how you like them. Do they make sense? Or, are they too crazy to follow?

Right now Dave is telling us that it is time for bed. It is 12:51 PM. I think he is correct. We are spending our last night in Belgium. Tomorrow we head to Amsterdam. Our trip began in London. Then we headed to Paris, Brussels, and today we spent our time in Bruges. Train travel is new this time around. (We usually rent a car.) Eli and I also agree that we miss visiting random grocery stores and seeing little towns along the way. For the most part, however, I would say we have all really enjoyed the trains.

Notes from Bruges PAGE ONE
Notes from Bruges PAGE ONE
The Lovely Lady who tripped into Eli on the Train (See Page One)
The Lovely Lady who tripped into Eli on the Train (See Page One)
Bruges, Belgium
Bruges, Belgium
Our Day in Bruges, Belgium PAGE TWO
Our Day in Bruges, Belgium PAGE TWO
The Dark Chocolate Skull Candy I am obsessed with
The Dark Chocolate Skull Candy I am obsessed with
The Chocolate Line, Bruges, Belgium
The Chocolate Line, Bruges, Belgium
Us in Bruges, Belgium
Us in Bruges, Belgium

SIDEBAR:

    • As I was Googling The Chocolate Line (you know the chocolate skull candy store) I learned they have an Antwerp location. My heart be still. Before we leave Antwerp in the morning, I will track down those skull candies. Cross your fingers!
    • Here is my Ellis Gourmet Burger review I wrote on my phone while sitting in their restaurant: “Be aware. As adorable as the city is, Bruges is a tourist town and they are in the business of fleecing tourists. This restaurant is no different. So technically because everyone in Bruges is fleecing tourists, in context, this restaurant is good. This being said, we are annoyed that they can only leave ketchup or mayo OFF the burger when they deem it not to be “too busy.” Oh and the 10€ pitcher of lemonade is the size of a large glass. Seriously, the pitcher is the size of a 20 oz glass.
      Don’t order the chicken sandwich. The grilled vegetables consisted on green pepper and onions. Gross!. And the piece of chicken I was given was tiny and overlooked. The burgers were actually quite good, and if the lemonade would have been larger, or refilled for free, we would be much happier and more satisfied. Our waitress was very nice. Best part of the restaurant is the FREE bathrooms! Everyone else charges 50 cents. Oh, and to use the FREE wi-fi you MUST check in to their Facebook page. When I checked in to the FB page. the review for me to fill in popped up. Well, burger people, you asked for it…” (In Bruges, everyone charges 50 cents to use the bathroom).
    • Ok. I know the reviews for the Pita House are good. My issue was the non-English menu. I imagine it is time I learn Dutch. Aside from the fight Dave and I had in the Pita House, it was really our inability to translate the menu, the 2 euro small bottles of water, and the unhelpful wait staff that made this place a place to leave. Sorry pita house. As soon as I learn me some Dutch, and learn your cultural direct, yet non-emotive-ness, I will be back.
    • In Bruges, we highly recommend the canal tour. I wish I could remember our guy’s name. Any tour will do. They are friendly, and we were so delighted that they spoke French, English and Dutch. What a treat.
    • Dave mentioned Little Sebastian from “Parks and Recreation” earlier and the day, and then Little Sebastian became the theme of the day. Yay, Little Sebastian!
    • If you are in Belgium and you know you will be in both Bruges and Belgium, buy the waffles in Brussels. They are cooked and made fresh while you wait. The are less expensive and they taste better. Don’t bother with the waffles in Bruges. Instead spend your time walking around and enjoying this beautiful city.
    • Final thoughts on Bruges: 1. Bring a picnic lunch. The food os overpriced and the restaurants are not accommodating. 2. Take a canal tour. 3. Walk off the beaten path. Bruges is such a beautiful town. Get away from the tourists. Find the secret parks, and walk as far as you can along the waterways. 5. Whatever you do, DO NOT FORGET TO BUY YOURSELF SOME CHOCOLATE! The town is famous for it, and the do it right! PS. Ask for Britt (yes, two t’s). She is lovely, speaks fluent English, and will help you find your favorite treat!
    • Oh oh I forgot to mention Elizabeth Bishop again. “In the Waiting Room,” is the poem I mentioned.
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What Makes Your Heart Beat?

Dave and the boys, Salt Lake City, Utah
Dave and the boys, Salt Lake City, Utah

Last week the best thing happened. After writing about bucket lists, people started talking to me about their own bucket lists. I am inspired and love what they had to say. I was touched and inspired to do the same when my friend Alicen stated that she would like to take “a long trip around the world doing humanitarian aid and living like locals.” I completely relaxed when my friend Tammy said, “I want a year at a Buddhist monastery.” Namaste, Tammy! And I giggle-snorted when my friend Denise wrote, “add to my list the Annual Running of the Reindeer in Alaska. Registration is now open. Shall we do it?” Yes, we shall.

It was my friend Robert’s words that literally took my breath away. Somehow  those words took my crazy awesome bucket list and gave it beautiful purpose. Thank you for that, Robert! Here is what he wrote:

“To sail the Caribbean for a year on a 40-45′ sailboat is what makes my heart beat everyday.”

At that moment, I believe my own heart skipped a beat, and yes, I think it also sang.

Me and Easy E, Collier France
Me and Easy E, Collier France

Fast forward to Saturday. As some folks now, Dave, the boys, and I decided to bed down in the more affordable Salt Lake City for the summer. We gypsies needed a little break. We also realize that bedding down here means Dave is commuting (once again) to San Francisco weekly. As cool as this summer respite has been, in our first-world-problems sort of way, we are still feeling unsettled and uncertain. As a result, I am sure you can imagine that Dave’s weekly family reengagement is not always smooth. And this additional task of weekly family reconfiguring sometimes feels like our breaking point.

Kyle, Salt Lake City, Utah
Kyle, Salt Lake City, Utah

Last week was one of those humpty-dumpty moments. Even though my bucket was feeling, well, very bucket-list full, Dave and I were a little out of sorts. We both knew it was time to pick up our pieces, reconfigure and reset.  So we did what we do and we went on a walk. While the boys slaved away Cinderella-ing their chores, Dave and I made our way to our local Starbucks. I ordered. Walked over to Dave, who was sitting in a super comfy chair. A tall, clumsy bar stool was the only chair next to him. Instead of breaking, I readjusted,

“Hey, Dave, come sit at this table with me so we can sit together.”

Happily he moved. And we sat long enough so I could drink my first drink, and then get a refill of my green-tea-unsweetened-no-water-light(ish)-ice. Of course we talked about our current and long limbo. We both agreed that this not-knowing-stuff is becoming a broken record and has been going on well beyond any reasonable expectation. We vented, running through a list of what we missed while we were apart. I talked about school. Dave talked work.

Dave and I, Collier,  France
Dave and I, Collier, France

And then out of nowhere I thought of Robert’s words:

“What makes your heart beat?”

Tears filled my most frustrated eyes, and thought that maybe those words might help break my mind of our current in-between. At that I looked across the tiny table into Dave’s kind, blue eyes and said,

“You know what I would really like to do? I would like to live overseas. Thinking about living in another country makes my heart beat. As frustrated as I am with all of this not knowing, thinking about living in another country is what gives me breath. Right now I need that.”

With thoughts of beating hearts and overseas-living-dreams, we let the vents go and let the excitement fill the air.

Dave and the boys, Carcassonne, France
Dave and the boys, Carcassonne, France

The next day as Dave and I were walking again, we landed once again on the topic of uncertainty.

“Hey, you totally connected, didn’t you?” I asked, and then connected. “You know what it is like to dream about something so much that it is what keeps you going?”
“Yes.” Dave said. Of course we both agreed that fact that our kids keep us going is just a given.
“You really would live overseas, because you know the idea of it makes my heart beat.”
“I would,” Dave responded.

Salt Lake City, Utah
Salt Lake City, Utah

Our full circle moment came this evening. Dave is back in San Francisco so Kyle offered to go on a walk with me.  Tonight we took a different path. We walked and talked about tomorrow. He has his very first behind the wheel experience at driving school. I cannot believe my oldest son is about to drive. Wow! Pray for us!

“Mom, yes, I am both nervous and excited.” Kyle expressed.
“You will do great. I know you will.” I responded.
“I want to get enough sleep so I am ready.”
“You will.” I responded.

Our conversation carried on as we moved further down the path. Up ahead, and there on a sidewalk was a piece of dark orange chalk sitting next to the painted words:

“This is a community project.  What makes you happy? Maybe it will inspire others?”

I wrote two words: my sons and travel. Kyle wrote one: Frisbee.

Salt Lake City, Utah
Salt Lake City, Utah

Yes, I am definitely inspired.  And yes, life can seem limbo-y, and bucket lists can feel unfilled, but we all find ways of moving along.

My questions to you:

What makes you happy?
What makes your heart beat?

SIDEBAR

Speaking of bucket lists

Here are some tips on making your own bucket list.

Here is an interesting article about the complications brought on by bucket lists.

Good luck!

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If a dying dog and a little boy have a bucket lists, maybe I should too.

Honestly, it never occurred to me to have one, a bucket list, that is.

Me Yesterday doing homework pre-bucket list
Me Yesterday doing homework pre-bucket list

A few days ago across my Instagram feed I read that a friend’s young son crossed two items off of his bucket list: riding an elephant and zip-lining through the Panamanian jungle. I must admit, I am impressed. Then earlier today, while skimming my newsfeed, the following headline caught my eye:  “Woman adopts dying dog, treats him to bucket list.” Really? A dog gets a bucket list? As part of his doggy bucket list, Chester (that is his name), the fourteen-year-old hospice dog, received extra treats, oatmeal baths, and a photo shoot. Go Chester! Of course he has a Facebook Page, from where I gleaned much of this information, and also learned that Chester passed away a few hours ago. R.I.P., beloved dog!

Kyle and I, Oahu on our first visit to Hawaii
Kyle and I, Oahu on our first visit to Hawaii

I have spent the entire day perched in front of my laptop reading and then analyzing early twentieth century literature (um yes, B-O-R-I-N-G)! I wrote three critical analysis essays, and appropriately MLA-cited all of them.  I think I may just have nodded off telling you this. Anyway, because I am taking an online course, my teacher (Dr. Professor) emailed me (I have yet to meet him). He stated that because I am doing proficiently in his class, he will not be giving me much feedback and that he will be leaving me alone. ALONE? Let me tell you that being left alone with authors such as Tennessee Williams, T.S. Eliot and Willa Cather can do. Reading their sad, bleak stories, plays or poems, after sad, bleak story, play or poem can flip one’s sad and melancholy switch!  My switch is definitely flipped. My mind is filled with thoughts like the old farmer who drops dead alone at his farm and the most hopeless and dysfunctional Glass-Menagerie family. My head is spinning and my brain is all a-fluster.

Moments ago I decided to take a break and take the boys to dinner. They ate. I bought a salad. And as we walked home, Kyle reached out, grabbed my hand and asked,

“Mom is something wrong?”

“Nope. Just homework brain.” I said and continued, “my brain is in the zone, the super focused homework zone. And if I leave it, it is really hard to find it again.” We all laughed and continued walking. They get it.  And I think Kyle and I are as determined as I am for me to graduate. As a mother, I want to finish this goal once and for all. I need to show them that they can accomplish anything too (rule the world).

Wait!

Wait a minute.

Hold on!

Doesn’t graduating from college qualify as a bucket list item? OMG, I have been bucket-listing and I didn’t even know it.

Us, Costa Rica
Us, Costa Rica

I was curious. What is a bucket list? And really, I thought bucket lists were for humans, more specifically, humans who are currently terminal (dying). We all saw the movie, right?  And the movie’s IMDB synopsis clearly supports as much: “Two terminally ill men escape from a cancer ward and head off on a road trip with a wish list of to-dos before they die.” I actually thought bucket lists began as the things you want to accomplish when you are close to death (terminal). I am happy to report that the idea of a bucket list has morphed its way through our cultural lexicon. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, a bucket list is “a list of things that a person hopes to experience or achieve during his or her lifetime.” Fantastic!

There is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about dying dogs or adventurous young boys making a list of their own. (Ok. In truth, I am still confused about the dog.)

The Dolomites, Italy
The Dolomites, Italy
Easy E in the Dolomites, Italy, December 2013. I promise we will go back to ski!
Easy E in the Dolomites, Italy, December 2013. I promise we will go back to ski!

As of now, I believe that we have established that graduating from college should be on my bucket list, right? That being said, completing such a perfunctory goal feels well, perfunctory, a to-do list, if you will. If I wrap my head around say the movie-version of a Bucket List than the entire concept moves from to-do to fun. Get it? I also realized (after writing this and while on a walk with Kyle) that there is a correlation to bucket lists and stating your intention. Remember that super popular book (from 2006), The Secret? Wikipedia reminds me that The Secret “is based on the law of attraction and claims that positive thinking can create life-changing results such as increased happiness, health, and wealth.” Maybe the lady who wrote the book (Rhonda Byrne) stole a little from the idea of a bucket list. Simply put, a bucket list, like The Secret (as cheesy as it may sound), is just another way of putting it out there. When you list (or state your intention), crazy impossible seeming things, like riding an elephant in Southeast Asia, or graduating from college, actually happen.

Reach big and all I must admit that I have always felt a little uncomfortable stating my intentions. And then when I shake the silly insecurity out of me, I see that a bucket list is a really healthy and fun way to give our life purpose. I believe that everyone deserves to dream crazy big, and that every one deserves to achieve their dreams! So why not bucket list? Ok. I think I will. Without much effort I know that at the top of my bucket list is travel, (which I think most people know even if I have not statement my intention out loud — wink, wink). I wish I could be more specific regarding travel (and I will try). The truth is, if I am exploring a new place, I feel like I have accomplished the impossible. Does that make sense? And then my random wanderlust begs the question,

“can you retroactively add things to your bucket list? I say, yes. Absolutely! Why not?”

Before I state mine (or retroactively adjust mine — wink, wink), what are your bucket list dreams? Maybe I could steal some of them. I am completely open to suggestions and thank you!

Us, Florence, Italy
Us, Florence, Italy

Beth’s Bucket List:

  1. [check] Hawaii
  2. All of the Hawaiian Islands (so close — still need Molokai and Lanai)
  3. Paris/stand at the top of the Eiffel Tower (this is my true, little-girl-dreams-bucket-list item and we are going there next month)
  4. Graduate from college (you know I have to do this. I am very very close.)
  5. Visit  Rome and Giolitti (truth be told, this will be a revolving door bucket list item)
  6. Ride an elephant (in honor of a very adventurous young man)
  7. Travel to Southeast Asia: Singapore, Viet Nam (river cruise) and Thailand
  8. China, Thailand, and Taiwan
  9. Iceland (longboarding there like Walter Mitty because the boys want me to — and of course visit Christian and Mallory)
  10. Peru and Machu Picchu
  11. Climbing to the top of Mt. Timpanogos, Utah
  12. Remain standing while riding a surfboard (in Hawaii, of course)
  13. Australia and New Zealand (go to the place Hobbits and Elves lived — ah-hem, or filmed a movie)
  14. Waterski on Lake Minnetonka (hometown goal)
  15. Travel via land and or sea through the Fjords in Norway
  16. Vist the Hotel Koener in Luxembourg because I am related to the owners.
  17. Ski in the Dolomites (for Eli)
  18. Live overseas (Asia or Europe, specifically France)
  19. Canoe the Boundary Waters, Minnesota
  20. Go to the Faroes Islands because Matthew Workman makes them seem very cool.
  21. Visit Mont Saint Michel, France
  22. Visit Every state in the U.S. (getting close)
  23. Africa (I am a little nervous about a safari, but will do it for Dave and the boys)
  24. A Mediterranean Cruise (I think. In theory I really want to do this. Maybe just visit the Mediterranean.)
  25. Climb to the highest point of every major place we visit.
  26. Get Sponsored for travel writing (Kyle gave me this one.  What a great and supportive kid.)
Kyle drew and then framed this most awesome picture for me. Giolitti, Rome, Italy
Kyle drew and then framed this most awesome picture for me. Giolitti, Rome, Italy

Then I asked Dave to give me his bucket list. I love it. I am glad we are married, because his list is really cool.

Dave’s Bucket List:

    1. [check]Visit the world’s cheapest Michelin Starred restaurant (Tim Ho Wan, Hong Kong)
    2. [check][check] Stay in the world’s tallest hotel and swim in the world’s highest swimming pool: (currently The Ritz Carlton Hong Kong)
    3. [check] Travel around the continent in a VW camper van
    4. Fly around the world (in first class, stopping along the way)[beth here. I am happy to participate in this list item]
    5. Raft the Grand Canyon
    6. Visit Cappadocia and other sights in Turkey
    7. Own (or subscribe to) a self-driving car
    8. Hike the Inca Trail (Dude, I just learned that the Inca Trail goes to Machu Picchu. How cool is that? Dave and I can combine list items.)
    9. Glacier National Park chalet hiking
    10. Mountain bike from Telluride to Moab
    11. Travel around the continent (again) in a better camper than a VW.
    12. Do the “island hopper” between Honolulu and Guam
    13. Stay in an overwater bungalow in Asia somewhere
    14. Go on an African wildlife safari
    15. Visit all the National Parks in the system (half way there)
Us on the 116th Floor of the Ritz Carlton, Hong Kong
Us on the 116th Floor of the Ritz Carlton, Hong Kong
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Hiking The Albion Basin to Cecret Lake, and Sharing Our Secrets

Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah

 

Yesterday afternoon Dave and drove up Little Cottonwood Canyon. For a little background, Little Cottonwood Canyon sits on the edge of the Wasatch Front and is located just down the road from Big Cottonwood Canyon. And to this day, each time I drive into one of these otherworldly places, I ask,

“Is this Big or is this Little?”

And truth be told, I also forget that Snowbird Ski Resort sits next to Alta Ski Resort (both in Little Cottonwood Canyon), and that Solitude Ski Resort lies just down the hill from Brighton (in Big Cottonwood Canyon). In fairness, Solitude and Snowbird both begin with an “s” – confusing to say the least. Because Big Cottonwood Canyon has a summer-mountain pass that takes you into Park City *the Guardsman Pass) and because the mountain biking is extraordinary, we often find ourselves in Big rather than Little Cottonwood Canyon.

Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah

Skateboarding with their friends won over hiking with their parents, so the boys stayed behind. Consequently, as Dave and I drove up the canyon, I was equally sad (that the boys were not there) and glad (I was able to have some alone time with Dave).  Dave and I drove up higher and higher until we reached this dude wearing a jacket (mind you it was like a million degrees down in the valley) standing outside one of those little national-park-styled booths that look like tiny cabins.  We stopped. I unrolled the window.

“Do you need a map?” The dude asked.

“Sure” We both said.

“I am just here to help. Please park only in designated areas, and no dogs are allowed in the watershed.”  He responded.  (I was a little surprised because I was certain he was going to charge us a fee. He didn’t.)

Albion Basin hike to Ceret Lake in  Little Cottonwood Canyon
Albion Basin hike to Ceret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon

I grabbed the map and handed it to Dave. At that I shut the window, we all waved (yes, Dave, the dude and I), and we drove on. Just feet past the tiny booth the pavement ended. Now on a dirt road we kept driving up, up, up. After a really long and slightly winding switchback (or two), we passed the first parking lot. It was on the right. I slowed, and then Dave said,

“Keep driving to the next one.”

Here is the deal: Little Cottonwood Canyon is stunning. With its high altitude pines, vast array of wildflowers, and mountainous granite backdrop, it feels Alps-y, and specifically reminds me of the hills around Chamonix, France.  I forgot how much I love this area.  We arrived at the top parking lot. I put on my warm shirt (that dude was smart wearing a jacket), switched my blister-covered feet into a pair of tennis shoes, and Dave took  (in his words), “a giant swig” of water.

“Do you want some?” He asked.

Pointing at the large and now empty cup in the cup-holder, I said,  “No, I finished my drink, but thanks!”

All doors were locked, my laces were tied, and we were on our way. As we walked, I looked at the billions of wild flowers scattered around us and said, “I should have brought my real camera.” Thank God for cellphones, because its camera would suffice, and because I had no children to force into scenic poses, so would Dave.

Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah

The hike to Cecret Lake (yes, that is how they spell it) is a little less than a mile and the elevation climb is a little less than 500 feet. In that short distance, we hiked along a lovely campground, sandstone cliffs, rocks of all shapes and sizes, by a tiny granite-filled canyon, and all the varieties of mountain flora and one fauna (I saw a squirrel) you can imagine.  Because the parking lot and the hike were not crowded I assumed (fantasized) that Dave and I had discovered our very own secret paradise.  Of course my assumption is incorrect. Like I mentioned, the Albion Basin is a short drive up the canyon (about twenty-five minutes). It is one of the most popular hiking places in the Salt Lake Valley and with good reason.

Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah

As we walked, we talked. In fact, I have found that walking together is the best way we talk together. With Kyle and Eli somewhere on their skateboards, Dave and I also did not have to speak in code. And somehow the news of the day, like stupid Bill Cosby, steered our conversation to the subject of dating. And as we hiked our talk drifted from our own silly teenage dating experiences to what is the best dating advice and guidance for Kyle and Eli. We were sitting on a big piece of rock along Cecret Lake, looking at the mountains and the dark clouds in the distance when the first flash of insight came.

“I am glad I was afraid of dating boys when I was a teenager.”
I said. Dave listened as I mentioned how my fear of boys made their advances very confusing.
“I was a slow mover too.” Dave responded, and I wondered if the cute little squirrel foraging next us was getting any of it.
I continued, “Dave, It was so weird. I really liked boys. I talked to them. I flirted with them. When they wanted to kiss me I completely freaked out. I was terrified.”
“I totally get it.” Dave said while mentioning something about the vixen who made it a little easier for him.
“I just did not want to move as fast as they did.” I said and continued, “I was giving those boys very mixed messages and I did not even see it.” I said.

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We got up, tried to walk along the lake, but the path ended. I stood there and looked. Cecret Lake is so beyond the beyond. We selfied (of course) and then we decided I must practice (perfect) my “Paris Hilton” picture-taking pose.  Dave tells me he read somewhere that one of the things that helped propel Paris Hilton into the limelight was her ability to consistently take a flawless picture.

“She learned her angles and she practiced.” He said and we both laughed.

Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah (My Paris-Hilton Pose)
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah (My Paris-Hilton Pose)

I ran closer to the lake, asked him to snap a few shots while I twisted my body and stuck my boobs out. Yes, I have worked on it, or better, I have work to do [wink wink]. Then we started back down and that is when Dave noticed a super cool little granite canyon beyond the bushes.  He walked over and exclaimed,

“Beth, you have to see this.”

I did. And we looked, we admired, and we started talking dating again. We know adults who will not talk about dating (or sex, for that matter) with their kids. We know other adults who are on the opposite end of the spectrum. They scare me the most.  They are extremely permissive, and so forcefully open and accepting that they can inadvertently push confused teens into corners. Because the teen assumes the adult knows best, once in the corner, the teen remains, and the consequences can be catastrophic. So yes, we realize that we adults can really screw up the message. And yes, we do not want to be those kinds of adults. Bottom line is we agreed that dating is tough, that kids move at all different speeds, and that we want to help our boys.

Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah
Albion Basin hike to Cecret Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah

The clouds were rolling in in a dark grey mountain beauty. We felt the drops, opted to skip the bathroom as we ran to our car. Mud splashed as we drove down, and the sky cleared the closer we came to the canyon’s mouth. With all the wisdom we gleaned while sharing our secrets at Cecret Lake we felt compelled to conclude. As Dave drove I said,

“That is it. If any adult had given me not only permission to move at my own pace, but to verbalize my boundary out loud, that would have been the one thing that would have made a difference. I was terrified of dating and I had no idea how to say so or how to say slow it down.”

We agreed that out loud boundaries are great start. We will let you know how it goes with our boys. Cross your fingers.

We left the canyon with a plan to bring the boys ASAP to Cecret Lake and (of course) to talk to them about dating. At that, we headed to our favorite Vietnamese restaurant and checked in with the boys. Yes, they are still skateboarding.

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SIDEBAR

  • There are many hikes in both Big and Little Cottonwood Canyon
  • Big Cottonwood Canyon is a mountain biker’s paradise
  • We at at Oh Mai Vietnamese Restaurant. As Dave said, “I could eat here everyday.”
  • I could tell you Kyle and Eli’s new and favorite secret skateboarding place, instead (because I know better) I will tell you their favorite longboard shop.
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Learn From Me: Shut Down Your Self-Imposed Limitations — NOW!

Me at the Forum, Rome, Itlay
Me at the Forum, Rome, Itlay

If you are anything like me, undermining yourself will be as reflexive as a sneeze. It may even become the broken record of your life. Feeling like you have the right to stand and hold your space is something that is far to easy to sabotage. I wish I could auto-pilot this issue (once and for all). I cannot.

Ok. I think a little historical (psychological) background is in order. Here it is. I grew up in Minnetonka, Minnesota, a suburb just outside of Minneapolis. I attended church In Wayzata, Minnesota, the town right next to Minnetonka, which is filled with private-school-kids, yacht clubs and wealthy captains of industry. Even though we went to church with them, we were definitely not a Wayzata-styled family. Consequently (because we attended church in their town), our congregation was also filled with super wealthy Laura-Ashley-dress-wearing folk. And among these wealthy churchgoers were a very rich and a very showy family. In fact, their showy-wealth-display morphed this particular family into actual small-town celebrities. (True story. The showy family even made a record.)

I could not compete.

The Minneapolis Sculpture Garden at the Walker Art Center, Minnesota
The Minneapolis Sculpture Garden at the Walker Art Center, Minnesota

One Sunday, as all of us church girls were hanging out in the bathroom, one of the wealth-showy daughters walked into the bathroom. Immediately I noticed her ski-goggle-tanned face. I listened as she regaled us with tales of her travels.

She exclaimed, “Oh these [insert head shake and slight laugh] tan lines, well, we just flew home from another epic ski vacation. We ski in Utah every single year!” She continued, “We are flying to Hawaii next! We go there every year too.”

Yes. I was in awe.

“Her life is impossible!” I thought.

Us in Moab, Utah and yes, we were all riding bikes!
Us in Moab, Utah and yes, we were all riding bikes!

Dave and I were in Moab, Utah, traveling with another couple years ago. Our friends are what I would describe as mountain-biker perfection. The dude is this hardcore, road-rash-cool mountain biker. The wife is tall, thin and an athletically tenacious. Really, they could be their own Outside Magazine cover models. I, on the other hand, am short. In our relationship, Dave was (is) the rock star mountain biker. I was heavier than I am now. I was also really good at letting self-doubt in my head (still am).

Dave and the dude also owned an online mountain bike business together. They were geared up and ready to hit the trails hard. I was scared. I worried about dying in the desert or falling off of my bike. I did not want to hold them back. It goes without saying, but I will say it anyway. I was slower, clumsier, and completely afraid. I was also the queen of you-deserve-this-space-more-than-me styled limitation.

Nevertheless, I geared up, hydrated, asked a lot of questions, then panicked, and decided that Dave and the dude should bike ahead.
“I don’t want to hold you back.” I said.

I am sure the was not happy to be stuck with me. I know this because she said and I quote,

“Beth, I normally work out with men. They can keep up with me.”

Feeling even more less-than, the wife and I headed out. I tried to keep up. Ok. Wait. I do not think I really tried. A few peddles in, I assumed I was already slowing her down. Then she said it — again.

“Beth, normally I only work out with men.”

At that, I stopped, apologized, and turned back.

Since that day, I also stopped bringing my mountain bike along (until recently). I bet if you asked the three of them now (Dave and the super couple), my guess is that they would have no idea how much I wanted to bike with them back then. It was not them. I let the self-doubt voices in, and gave up.

Learn from me. Ignore the crazy,insecure voices. Stop comparing yourself. Hold on, see what you have,  and breathe.

As far as Moab and biking goes, I will not get that time back. It is gone! I was wrong. And really, so what if the super-wife was frustrated? Who cares if she only works out with dudes? It was not her bike to ride. It was mine, and like I said before, I gave it away.

Now to today. I love to travel. I try to write about travel. I read travel blogs and love to see what other people are up to. A few months ago I watched as a travel blogger’s Instagram feed filled with posts of mothers traveling with their children. As a mother who loves to travel with her children, the feed was inspiring. I love seeing what other traveling moms are up to.

Easy E, Moab, Utah
Easy E, Moab, Utah

No. Wait. Hold up! That is not what happened. Here is the real story.

A few months ago I watched as a travel blogger’s Instagram feed filled with impossibly perfect pictures of otherworldly mothers, and their well-toned abs, tank-top-worthy triceps, and bikini-filled bodies posed with their young and adorable children. Their children were perfectly matched, perfectly coordinated, perfectly photographed, and even their sad tears were perfectly perfect as they posed in mystical volcanic mud baths, on ocean-wave-splashed boulders, and riding small-Italian-villa worthy bicycles. I did not feel inspired. Instead I looked at my flabby arms and pinched my non-bikini worthy stomach as I tried to imagine myself in the same spaces.
“Nope! Their magic world is something I cannot be a part of.”
As a mom, and a mom who travels (all of the time), and as a mom who blogs about travel, my thoughts continued.

“I am not good enough. My body is not good enough. I do not deserve this space. I am not perfectly perfect.” (I know. I sound like a SNL skit.

Perfectly Posed (wink wink) Kyle and Eli in Barcelona, Spain
Perfectly Posed (wink wink) Kyle and Eli in Barcelona, Spain
Perfectly Posed outside of Park Guell, Barcelona, Spain
Perfectly Posed outside of Park Guell, Barcelona, Spain

And yes, since that moment, I have felt a little shaky on the whole travel writing thing. How dumb is that? People, I spend like 75% of my life traveling. I am, I realize, actually a person that other people envy, because of where I have been able to go and what I have been able to do. Why can’t I see that?

Me and Easy E riding the gondola at the Canyons Ski Resort, Park City, Utah
Me and Easy E riding the gondola at the Canyons Ski Resort, Park City, Utah

People who write and write about travel come in all shapes and sizes. The only person getting in my way is me.  I wish I could see that. Sabotaging myself always seems much easier than succeeding. When I think I conquer one thing, I fill that space with more doubt.

Moments ago I was on the phone with the doctor’s office. Here is the conversation I had.

“You sound so much younger than you are,” the male receptionist said. I laughed and then cautioned, “perhaps next time you tell someone they sound young, leave out the, ‘for your age,’ part.” We both laughed. And I thought, “Wow, Beth, you are getting old.” Then I paused, and I cautioned (myself). “Beth, please do not let another limitation get into your head! You are not too old [insert dammit here, because that is what I said in my head]!”

I am a work in progress. There is a part of me who wishes I had the confidence to create my own celebrity, like the family I grew up with did. Or I wish back then I had had the wherewithal to bike with people who were ok with me biking slow.  Now that I am old [wink, wink] I hope I don’t let my age weigh me down.

How about this? Stop waiting! Stop undermining! Stop excusing! You are not too fat, or too poor, or too old. You are possible!

In the words of Diane Sawyer,

“Whatever you want in life, other people are going to want it too. Believe in yourself enough to accept the idea that you have an equal right to it.”

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SIDEBAR:

MINNESOTA: I love Minneapolis! Here are just a few of my favorite places. Go to the City Lakes: Harriet, Calhoun, Isles or Nokomis. From Lake Harriet walk over to Lindon Hills and get yourself an ice cream cone at Sebastian Joe’s or a slice of bread from Great Harvest. Uptown is super cool and awesome for people watching. If you are near Lake Calhoun, Yum Kitchen and Bakery is a great and delicious choice.

Hey and if you are already in the Uptown area, please stop by the Walker Art Center and the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden. We have made a ritual of running around the sculpture garden every time I go home.

Minnehaha Creek was a few steps from my backyard. It flows into Minnehahah Falls. If you get a chance, check out the Minnehaha Falls Regional Park. They are amazing!

I also tend to gravitate to health food stores while traveling. I can always guarantee I will find something I can eat. My favorite Minnesota health food store is Lakewinds Food Co Op.

MOAB: Thai Food is currently my favorite thing to eat in Moab. There are two Thai restaurants I would recommend. Bangkok House is new and is my number one. I loved their curry dishes. Singha Thai Cuisine comes in second. They are more centrally located. Stick with their lunch special.

Moonflower Co Op is Moab’s health food store and is across the street from Singha Thai.

 

 

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