Business Trip to India

Zoe came for a visit to Cincinnati in July and helped me to get my blog working again from my phone. I haven’t been able to load my photos from my new phone due to a set up issue. Why is everything these days so difficult? The electronics, which everyone knows is my nemesis, is no joke for my generation. Its a necessary evil yet not intuitive. Just trying to get an answer on anything comes with electronic voices, codes and pins, passwords- all things that hurt my head.

Anyways, its fixed. I have no more excuses for not using this blog which used to save my sanity and which I also pay annually for. A reminder of what life should be about for me which is seeing, witnessing and sharing.

Let’s face it, these days, doom scrolling and trying to understand the world and its evils is addicting. I’ve missed so much blogging. Some of my favorite moments in Death Valley that I know without visuals I will soon forget. But India, I have not been to India in about 20 years….so I for sure am going to take some time to do my best to remember. And if you are reading and along for the ride, yay! Hope you can get through my rusty, begin again, blogging.

When I started back full time at my past job, I was told we would need to go to India. Nobody from the company had been since Covid and we needed to know/see/better understand what was going on with the factories we were doing business with. I was excited to go! I found a cheap flight, then a hotel highly recommended and arranged my itinerary to include one day off to explore a new city. I felt confident in my abilities to travel alone and was packed and ready to go. As the pop up email came to check into my flights the night before, I realized I didn’t have the proper visa to enter India. I mean, how could I have forgotten to get my visa???? But I did. What a nightmare!

I contacted my boss to alert her to my error. George helped by jumping onto the airlines trying to reschedule my flights, as I attempted to find a 24 hour visa service that wasn’t a hoax! That included reading reviews, trying to figure out if I should proceed with divulging personal information or get hacked etc, After several hours of panic, I took a deep breath and booked a flight one week later allowing myself time to sleep and figure this all out.

Not off to a great start. After spending the next few days rearranging all factory visits, domestic flights, hotels (the old one now full – so scrambling to find another) and obtaining a legal visa – the tariffs hit sending any importer off in a frenzy! We now had to cancel all imports from China as they were no longer affordable and scramble to resource or figure out what we needed to keep to stay afloat as a company to survive.

Now my trip to India was much more important as I would have to find new sources for Chinese products until we know if the 150% tariff would subside. You can’t even imagine the stress of trying to be sure we could resource the production elsewhere. Many people not in the import business do not understand tariffs and how they certainly affect the end consumer and profits.

As I flew off, always in a window seat, I captured the curve of the Earth as the sun set.

I landed at my transfer point in Amsterdam, only to have my phone blow up with messages that my credit card was not accepted by the hotel or airport pick up taxi service. I am again in full blown panic mode, phoning my HR guy asking WTF- only to be told everything is fine. Me then phoning a hotel in India to make arrangements again to ensure a place to stay when I landed (since everyone was scrambling business wise to India for the tariff issues) and then me texting the taxi services to ask if they were coming or not. I also had texts from my coworker in India, who said she went to the hotel to pick me up only to find out I was not there. I totally miscalculated the time travel differences and was off an entire day.

This is not looking good. Am I too old for this? Have I lost my abilities? My daughters both told me I handled it well and all things considered they would’ve just melted down in tears. Somehow this did make me feel better.

I boarded the next flight knowing I had a hotel, although much further away than desired. I would be arriving at 2 am and picked up for my business meeting at 6 am. Not an ideal start to an already stressful trip.

I’m always in awe of the cloud formations from above. They will always fascinate and inspire me with their change and fluid movements as they cluster and reshape. A great reminder.

Seeing the sliver of the sunset as I approached landing.

Once I landed, I remembered the one thing I forgot about India, was the smells. The scent of India. It is indescribable yet so familiar upon landing. Spicy almost. The air is so thick and humid and filled with a unique aroma. Arriving to the hotel, I just wanted to shower, unpack and sleep for the maximum time that I could.

The next morning while waiting for my pick up, I watched the workers rearrange the centerpiece floral arrangement. This smelled amazing!

This trip to India was filled with a lot of domestic flights, as I wanted to see the actual factories, not just meet in the offices. It makes a huge difference to see how each manufactures your product and to see the cleanliness of the facilities. It never ceases to amaze me the details it takes to weave a towel. The production process is beyond my understanding even after all these years working in the industry.

I snapped photos from the car to capture street views. Honestly not much has changed since I was last here.

Inside the factory showing the spinning of the cotton.

Outside a sugar cane crusher selling the sugar juice to the locals.

Sometimes the scenes, like this one, would remind me of Thailand.

There are no sidewalks and in many parts, mostly still dirt roads. The colors in contrast are beautiful.

Another factory showing the screen printing process of beach towels- coming to Cosco soon via Disney brand. The workers literally scoop the paint out of the bucket and pour the color on as needed while the machines swipes the screen and moves the fabrication.

Watching the yardage being rolled outdoors. It truly is a wonder how things get to market.

After meeting with one of our key resources, we were told they no longer wish to do our business as it is too detailed and they are busy just keeping up production for larger retailers such as Walmart. Knowing the giants of the world are priority to all, that meant I had to find another place to make our goods for holiday selling. As if resourcing China was not enough, now I have more to figure out while travelling and jet lagged.

I was on the phone nightly with my bosses in the US verifying direction as I endured the heat and negotiated. I strongly urge you to support your local boutiques and craftsman, although equally understand the difficulties in paying the added expenses that go along with the smaller businesses. Its no wonder so many come and go. It’s tough to compete. My company is now considered a smaller business although it used to be a huge conduit for the larger retailers who are now skipping the middle man and going direct to try to salvage their 5%.

We sell on Amazon, but can be found also on a link to buy direct. It will be interesting to see who survives these next couple of years under the current situation. Optimistic we will be one of them! (SKL HOME)

One of the more colorful temples I passed.

I met one of my vendors at this hotel and again walked in to see an artistic centerpiece. This was the hotel I originally arranged to stay at. It was like paradise in the middle of struggle on the hot streets. You walked in and felt like you transported to a different world.

Nidhi and I had dinner here with a bottle of wine and a lot of laughs. I admire this woman who I only met twice previously. She started her own import business and her peaceful demeanor blended with the ability to get her way was powerful to watch in action.

Our taxi ride back we snapped this selfie to remember.

Every other day it seemed I was flying to a different part of the country. The dust was coming in and creating quite a smog from the harvest season. I definitely suffered some allergies while here.

I honestly cannot remember all the cities I went to. Some we landed at the airport only to be driven another two hours by car to the location needed. Our first visit to the New Dehli domestic airport, we were met by high security. They were not going to let my coworker in with me since she did not have her actual ID on her, but instead had only an electronic version. I noticed this also with my Chinese student I met up with in NYC, she felt showing the electronic ID would suffice (as it must be ok in their countries) but she was unable to get into a bar because the bouncer just considered it a photo of an ID and not an ID.

Long story short, I went into the New Dehli airport myself after Aabha gave me my domestic flight barcode and I thought I was on my own. But the guards must have felt sorry for me and she joined me soon after! The lines to get through security once inside separate men and women. The women have to go inside a covered curtain area to be patted down privately by another woman. I would’ve rather have gone through the men’s line. They consider this separation respectful but I found it odd.

They also had security pat downs every night before I entered into my hotel. After a few times, I felt it was just for show. They stopped every car driving up, you had to pop the hood of the car and they also looked under. I honestly didn’t feel any more secure, but thought it was nice they were trying to protect their visitors.

I noticed the dress and headwear of the community changed per region.

This factory was at the Himalayan foothills which you can see in the background.

We found out there was a terrorist attack in Kashmir that killed many citizens. I believe even a few US tourists were killed during the mass shooting there. There was a lot of talk about Pakistan and India going to war. And India’s retaliation for this. If I wasn’t in India, I probably would never had heard of this. It occurred to me that I really do not have a reliable news source and remembered how during Covid, my best truthful information on how countries were handling the crisis came from my Cambly students from around the world.

That job by far was my favorite. I saw the world united more than separated, by getting to know all the students from different countries and seeing our similarities in life’s struggles. I will forever be thankful for that platform.

This factory had blooming trees and even a fake tropical bird call that they put over load speakers to keep the pigeons away. A tip I gave to another factory later in the week that said they were struggling with birds.

A perfect selfie with Preetika who I have known for years and Aabha who was my partner in crime in India. She holds up our Indian office and helps to keep business moving. I love how all our printed tops clash and coordinate at the same time.

A daily view of cattle roaming the streets. I learned this trip there is a difference between water buffalo and cows. Cows are respected, the other not.

People are always on the streets. Again no sidewalks.

Another temple captured. Believe all are different religions.

Another factory, this time rug making. Thought some people reading may never see the inside of an Indian factory and this may be insightful. I’ve always found it interesting how products are made.

While in Panipat, I was welcomed by roses as I visited my dear friends Reeki and Pallavi. They are the family that visited me in Phuket when I lived there. I didn’t realize it had been so long ago since I had seen their daughter who is now so grown! It was awesome talking with her.

They invited us to their personal home for lunch and it was so welcoming! We snapped this photo from the staircase while eating and then a group shot outside afterwards. The little boy when he saw me touched the top of my shoes and then made a gesture up to his face. I asked Aahba what that was and she said it was a sign of respect that the little ones do with elders.

Lunch was amazing and such a great group to be sitting with! I felt overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

Always having to wear closed toed shoes for the factory visits, I was sweating outdoors.

Reeki and his family drove 5 hours after this luncheon to Jaipur to meet me for my Sunday Funday. I told Aahba that I did not need her to come and I felt comfortable travelling alone, but then Reeki insisted on coming and given the political turmoil I am so glad they did! (will blog about separately)

Capturing this out my car window on the way home wondering if I would get to ride in one.

And these two bad ass women on the scooter behind me completely protected.

Some cool art sculptures and they had a Tim Hortons coffee which was nice in my early mornings.

Deplaning onto the tarmac. Then walk to the entry.

One city we visited had so much art, even the trees were painted.

Tiffani got on Life360 with my daughters and I and she kept saying “where the heck are you flying to now?” She said the app was constantly pinging her that I was at the airport again. George snapped the photo below after I landed to show me where I was.

Murals lined a lot of the streets in this area. I felt a totally different vibe here.

The factory though was in the middle of a cornfield. Felt like I was back in the midwest.

I was able to see the entire cotton processing here from raw to finished goods. This factory was so clean and advanced.

This is how they comb out the cotton from the bales.

Then spin it after much combing and washing.

You just never know what you will see on the streets. It’s a mix of modern and not so modern 🙂

Was told this city is where one of the richest men in India live so possibly they fund the art movement?

Another polka dot base tree. This type of tree is sacred and historical.

Took this photo in hopes of remembering where I was.

This floor cleaner literally stopped right in front of me. I felt he knew how much I hated technology. He didn’t move.

Believe this was the city where Ghandi was from.

This is a wooden carriage that people rent for their weddings.

Open toed sandals while using a saw. I am amazed that they are on the floors working and when I questioned it, was told they prefer it this way. Hmmmm.

Fascinates me how some things do not progress.

I absolutely loved capturing this teenage angst starring me down, like why are you taking a photo of me. Little did she know I was loving on her outfit.

On my way home from India, I went into the only Indian wardrobe boutique at the airport to see if I could find something that made me look as fashionable as all the women I saw on the streets. I purchased one pant suit, only to get it home and feel like it made me look even bigger than what I am. Isn’t it interesting how we can see someone else in something, but yet not see ourselves in the same light?

One night after a long Indian day of travelling, I skipped dinner and went to bar to ask for a glass of wine to take to my room. I had to do emails and just needed something to calm my nerves from the day. The bartender asked me to repeat my request, which I did. I wasn’t sure why the confusion. She said, I know we can sell a bottle to go”- so I said, why not, yes, give me a bottle 🙂

This journey to India taught me a lot about myself and my limitations. I am no longer able to “people” well for days on end. I require a lot of sleep and when I don’t get it, my brain doesn’t quite function on all cylinders. After seeing so much stimulus it becomes a bit overwhelming to the senses. India is full of sense filling experiences! From what you see in factories or on the streets, hear in traffic or machinery noises, smell from various foods, flowers, pollution and feel with jet lag, bumpy dirt roads, stop and go madness of playing chicken with trucks on the streets. The reactions of my body were interesting to field while masking a smile. Now I can look back and feel very blessed from it all. To be able to witness again this amazing culture!

NYC Views

Second week at SKL, I set off to New York for market week. Much has changed during my absence from the industry over the past 5 years. The building where most Home Textiles used to showcase has been turned into condos. All vendors are spread throughout the midtown area, many of whom no longer have permanent locations, and some setting their appointments in their hotels or local coffee shops.

Covid changed a lot of things. Maybe it helped some companies that survived the tumultuous retail times to clearly see how spending 10K a month on a location in a city that you went to only twice a year was meaningless. Zoom meeting have replaced instore meetings and much has changed as the industry continues to evolve and attempt to survive with the limited customers still succeeding.

At the Cinci airport before I left I noticed this water service being done for an incoming flight. I’d never seen such a thing before and texted Sedona who studied aviation to ask what it was about. She said its usually honoring a last flight for a retiring pilot etc. Interesting. Its called a water cannon salute.

Always grabbing the right side window seat so I can awe of the views coming into NYC.

The city looks so small in the background and then once you are in it, you realize how massive it is. I always like seeing the World Trade /Wall Street area, then the flat village/SOHO in between and then the height again in Midtown.

A perfect view as we landed in the renovated LaGuardia Airport.

Cool architecture on the corner of my old stomping grounds of 40th.

Bryant Park has truly done an excellent job at upgrading.

Sculpture everywhere. I didn’t get out of Midtown the entire stay there. Was only in the city for two days as our schedule was packed. But even so, still NYC was a wonder to see.

Admiring the angles. NYC is unfortunately filled with so much scaffolding on the side walks.

Always remembering to look up. This was after three margaritas 🙂

The Empire State Building a glow in purple.

Fantastic visit with Kassie and Solaire. We found the perfect outdoor spot near Grand Central where we camped out and snacked on tacos and caught up.

I snapped this photo of Koreatown for Namgi.

Appreciate how the city closed down some areas and made beautiful walking and resting areas.

The pedestrian flow zone was new to me. Enjoyed the widened area coming from Penn Station. George pointed out the ‘No Standing” sign opposite which could be very confusing. Like keep it moving people.

Heading out of the city I snapped a photo of this sculpture. There were many like it lining 5th Ave. Super cool. Would’ve loved to have seen more of the series.

Inside LGA they had a musical water fountain. Felt like I was in Vegas, I wanted to clap when it ended 🙂 Renovations for LGA started in 2016- now 2024 we can enjoy the outcome.

A perfect Manhattan view with Central Park showing off its green space.

As the sun was setting we got beneath the clouds and I was able to see my neighborhood as we circled to land.

Thought of Angela as I took this sunset photo before rejoining the busy world again. She and I are working on a sunset nature book together. Hoping to have in time for the holidays.

Day 4 Frisco and Dillion Lake-Colorado

I struggled with the rental car’s map/Bluetooth system. Whenever I plugged in my phone to charge it, Bluetooth wanted to convert. Electronics I swear. Once my phone was finally fully charged, I was able to unplug and look at my map while Kassie was using hers for navigating.

When I zoomed around Frisco, I spotted a lighthouse that I thought could be interesting to check out. Kassie smartly asked, “what do they need a lighthouse out here for?”

When we arrived at the marina, it was a mini lighthouse, like a prop. She was right. It was funny that this icon is what got us to Frisco. Reminded me of Tiffani and the giant tree in Michigan. (which btw wasn’t so giant)

The reservoir on the map looked like an oasis and we found a short trail to hike before finalizing the last leg of our drive.

But first we grabbed some coffee in Frisco to wake up a bit. Admittedly we were both dragging.

We picked another outdoor spot and attempted to get our energies back in order. Kassie double fisted with a coffee and an immune booster. We are rebels right?

She created this split screen shot on snap chat. Showing our different views at the small shop’s table.

We mapped our way to the trail head. Only one other car in site.

Trail was mostly along a paved bike path. We later decided, should we ever come back, that would be the way to go. Rent an E bike and just take our time going around the lake.

The lake offered serenity. A distant fisherman. Quiet waters. Only one soul in sight.

Kassie is a Pieces so the water speaks to her.

We went our separate ways for a bit and just sat quietly. Life doesn’t get easier, it just evolves into a different stage to be challenged by. At our age, the quiet and peace of mind is sometimes tough to find. My menopausal induced anxiety and brain chatter is tough to stop. Our constant on -the -move schedules to make ends meet, often times overcomes us. But a moment like this should always be taken. In silence. I love that Kassie appreciated that.

I walked along the rocky beach to take in as many views as I could.

Captured Kassie in her meditative state.

Taking it all it before we go back to the real world.

At the very start of the trail we took a selfie. You can see the head behind Kassie of the older gentleman we came across that was holding a trout when we approached and asked us to snap a photo.

What is it with men and their fish photos? That was one of the things on Bumble when dating that was an automatic swipe left 🙂 Like you conquered a fish and you think that will impress me? But I imagine he was taking the photo back to show his wife who was patiently waiting for him at the bench on top of the slope. Maybe it does impress some women.

Walking out I snapped one last image with the small bush in the forefront.

And a better selfie before we hit the road.

Kassie drove around the lake and discovered an outdoor amphitheater which had a band playing. A lot of food trucks outside too and free parking. But we both felt we needed to get moving toward Denver.

We continued toward the sprawling city leaving the mountains behind.

We crashed at her friend Leanne’s house and enjoyed Indian take-out for dinner while sitting in the most perfect bug free outdoor environment. (probably my last time for awhile) My flight was leaving early in the am and Kassie graciously offered to drive me, but Leanne told us about a train that was convenient and would save Kassie a lot of driving should she hit morning rush hour on the way back. I’m no premadonna and use public transportation as much as I can while traveling, so this seemed like a win win.

Snapped this on the way to the train station at 6 am, still on my passenger look out duty. Made me wish I had more time to explore the Denver area.

Leanne’s advise was perfect. This was a fabulous way to get to the airport. Was only $10 and took 1/2 hour without any concern for traffic jams. All was smooth upon arrival. Back to Ohio I go. Was an amazing weekend with so much to take in, contemplate and cherish.

Day 3 Basalt and Aspen- Colorado

We wanted to go on a hike today, but the weather was being temperamental. It rained during our morning coffee on the patio and the clouds kept shifting, teasing us of a potentially brighter day. It was worth the risk. We ventured out.

Front stoop photo of the trees. A good way to start my day.

On our drive to the trail, we decided to stop again in Basalt to check out the Sunday street market. It was good to get out and walk around to see what was for sale.

It kept raining on and off. I was tempted to buy a bleached flannel but couldn’t find my size. Wasn’t meant to be.

Noticed this tree carving as we were heading out. Another nod to the fly fisherman.

The trail selected was named Smuggler’s Trail. It was only a 3 mile round trip. But of course, everything in Colorado is uphill or with an incline.

I was out of breath on the first .25 mile. I stopped often and told the others to leave me behind because I didn’t want to slow them down, but also didn’t want to waste my hike trying to keep up either. Altitude adjustment is a real thing. I felt my sinus hurting, gut was moving, etc. Kassie said she nicknamed it Colorado Combustion. She’s been out here skiing more than me.

There was a mining site you could tour if you reserved in advance. We saw a few old mining communities on our drive in as well.

The rain cleared out and I decided not to wear a jacket. It was starting to get hot.

I noticed the rust colored powder on the rocks. A sort of fungus I imagine or moss.

The views as we climbed were incredible. We planned on taking the gondola ride up to the top of the slope to have lunch but I wondered if the view could get any better.

We passed a few residences along the way and Kassie Zillow-ed to see if we could all move in together or rent for a month. You can see our altitude by looking at how small the houses now looked below.

I took a break on a rock and sent this selfie to Debbie. Telling her I was left in the dust by the others.

A storm looked to be moving in. I swear this Colorado weather is so unpredictable.

Stopped to chat with this little chipmunk who seemed to trust me fully.

Check out the crocked tree by the corner of the sign. So cool!

Made it to the viewpoint where Bobby, Lisa and Kassie were waiting.

Walking back down it started to rain. We stopped under a tree for a little bit but then trudged on. It was chilly.

Once back into town, we stopped at KemoSabe again for Kassie to purchase a few gifts. I stood to the side and learned about stingray, elephant, rhino and snakeskin boots. Guess there’s a huge regulation (and should be) to harvest those type of exotic skins.

Bobby pointed out that this bear was made of nails. Pretty cool fur interpretation.

We decided to skip the ride up and headed to the close-by W hotel bar instead.

Was a gorgeous view. Due to the weather, nobody was there.

Captured this awesome view and friend in one shot 🙂

I was loving the orange punch of the flowers coordinating with the cushions.

We decided to only have one drink and then head over to the historic Jerome Hotel.

Just taking in the walk after my very strong tequila drink.

Bobby admitted to trying to actually use this to mail something.

Bobby and Kassie paid tribute to Mother Mary who has answered several of their calls.

Hotel Jerome is the oldest hotel in Aspen dating back to 1889 during the silver mining days. We looked up how much it was for a basic room there and it was a mere $900.00 minimum a night.

The hotel was posh. Perfectly, historically balanced with style.

The dining area impressive. Like something from a magazine.

Kassie of course chatted with the concierge and found out the whole story regarding this painting which I snapped a photo of coming back from a sneakpeak at the dining hall.

In 1936, a family that was staying in that hotel room had a ten-year-old son, and this little boy drowned in the pool. The little boy’s ghost has been known as “water boy,” and various guests have encountered him. He would appear to guests wet and shivering. They also say he leaves wet footprints.

Kassie showing off her KemoSabe bag and just being Kassie.

We were getting into our car ready to leave and Wendy pulled up right next to ours and talked us into going to the Gucci store with her. Apparently she is one of their biggest customers. They immediately offered us champagne and we of course said yes please.

We were sore from our hike and Kassie initiated a stretch in the middle of the Gucci floor. Good thing the town was slow so Bobby and Lisa’s reputations are still intact.

We decided we needed food and ended up at the Tipsy Trout back in Basalt to end our evening. Four cocktails and an appetizer at the Hotel Jerome (although $190.00) was not enough to hold us over. We initially intended to go home, shower, refresh, then go back out, but admittedly I said I more than likely would not make it back out if I did.

Great restaurant with great friends. A perfect ending to our stay.

We convinced Bobby to open this elite tequila for one last drink when we got back to their place. I turned in around 9:30 pm that night, which at the time felt like midnight. Bobby and Kassie stayed up (each of them benefiting from coffee after Jerome Hotel) and drunk texted and dialed many childhood friends.

Somehow after our beautiful weekend together, this feels like the appropriate ending quote.

I found this later and saved. How many have you been to? Me—-only 6. Goals.

Day 2 Basalt and Aspen- Colorado

In Colorado, you sleep with your windows open allowing the cool night air to naturally reduce the temps in the house. Was wonderful waking up to the chill as if camping. It was also beyond fabulous to not have to deal with bugs. I truly would love nature so much more if I wasn’t constantly getting bit.

Bobby and Lisa have a perfect outdoor seating area, where we would sit in the mornings sipping on coffee, waiting for each other to get up and around. I was curious what the day would bring.

Loved the signage they had in the hallway.

The first morning we saw the wild turkeys walking up the street as if they owned the place.

I couldn’t get over the views out their windows. This photo captured the Aspen trees in the background. Lisa taught me that the Aspen trees are all part of a singular cell/seed.

Fun Facts for the National Forest Foundation: One aspen tree is actually only a small part of a larger organism. A stand or group of aspen trees is considered a singular organism with the main life force underground in the extensive root system. Before a single aspen trunk appears above the surface, the root system may lie dormant for many years until the conditions are just right, including sufficient sunlight. In a single stand, each tree is a genetic replicate of the other, hence the name a “clone” of aspens used to describe a stand.

Older than the massive Sequoias or the biblical Bristlecone Pines, the oldest known aspen clone has lived more than 80,000 years on Utah’s Fishlake National Forest. Not only is the clone the oldest living organism, weighing in at an estimated 6,600 tons, it is also the heaviest.

My photo as were were walking past the Aspens.

We decided to walk to Basalt for breakfast. I was taking in the landscaping and variety of architecture along the way.

There was a very cool pathway to get from their neighborhood down to the Main Street in town.

Lavender lined the street. I had to stop and smell.

Kassie posed by the tin man on the steps of what looked to be a vacant house. Colorado living can be seasonal. Lisa reported it being virtually vacant in their neighborhood during certain months.

Love the creativity in the diversity of housing and landscaping.

It was sprinkling a bit and this perfect leaf holding onto the raindrops caught my eye among the colorful stones.

Basalt is known for its fishing. We made it down to the river and snapped our daily selfie.

The town had a movie set vibe to me. Didn’t feel quite authentic, but trying to look old. I am sure the history speaks for itself, it was just a feeling I got walking around.

The colorful newsstands enticing tourists toward the events of the month.

Sculpture caught my eye. They had an outdoor stage that is used for small music venues. Bobby said he sat next to Goldie Hawn at the last one he attended.

The river was like something out of a movie.

I told Lisa if I were living there, I would wander down, grab a coffee and just sit here for hours. Listening to the sound of the river was so relaxing.

Lisa and Bobby with their home in the background up the hill.

We decided to head to Aspen to check out KemoSabe, the western store they now owned. I was admiring their GPS tablet in their car which is more the size I need. My phone just doesn’t do the trick even with my bifocal contacts.

We were swinging by to pick up Wendy, Bobby’s sister, along the way. I captured this view out the window. The yellow flowers are everywhere along the roads and such an addition to the Colorado landscape.

I borrowed a cowboy hat from Bobby and Lisa’s house. Wendy and I took this selfie to say hello to Tiffani ( my younger sister). Tiffani is Wendy’s age and they grew up together, Bobby and I same. Have known each other since 3rd grade.

Wendy detoured to show us something on the way down from the mountain she lived on.

It was a field of elk. She taught us all sorts of fun facts about these animals, passionately speaking about which buck would win favor and which were shedding their antlers and could not be touched. A animal code as they fed freely on the field.

I’ve never been this close to a wild animal this big. He was majestic.

Still admiring our surroundings from the back seat of the car we made our way to Aspen.

The town seemed quiet with just a few people out.

But as we arrived to KemoSabe there was a line waiting at the door. We went in the alleyway entrance.

Kassie and I separated ourselves while Bobby, Lisa and Wendy greeted their employees and patrons. We shopped around, seeing all we couldn’t afford.

Their signage and decor was filled with humor and we loved exploring the walls and jewelry cases. We discovered a framed childhood photo of Bobby and Wendy placed on the walls along with subtle references to the Cleveland Browns and Ohio.

The Pussy Cat greets you as you enter the upstairs bar level. This store has such character and pizazz. Its a shopping experience with amazing service and customization.

The view downstairs from the upper level. We camped out at the bar for literally 5 ish hours sipping espresso martinis, tequila and even trying the “Wendy drink”. I found myself just people watching.

Our motley crew. Yes, I am double fisting, I think it was almost noon.

Just as I was about to escape and walk around town a bit, Lisa and Kassie called me up to the rooftop. We sat admiring the view and weather. No building in Aspen is allowed to be built taller than 4 stories. Love that.

A view of the slopes. I imagine this place is totally different in the winter.

Saw this hanging on the walls and it reminded me of Wendy, Bobby and Lisa and what they have created here. The three of them have such unique personalities and gifts/strengths. I truly admire how they’ve united all of their skills and created such a successful family business.

After several drinks and way too much peopling for me, we were hungry. Lisa scored a reservation at a very small local place and we all rushed in to shared plates with 50% of what we ordered having truffles.

Kassie looking like a local with our beloved Bobby.

The server noticed our reunion and offered to take a group shot. Cheers!

Walking back to the car, I was admiring the art.

Aspen had several galleries that I never entered.

Flowers were planted and blooming everywhere.

Driving Wendy home the sun was starting to set on our day. My energy level was fading as well.

I stood on her back porch and enjoyed the silence and the views.

The clouds offered one last peak at the perfect blue skies above reminding us that things are not always as they appear, but are masked but the ever evolving landscape.

Wahkeena Nature Preserve

We were feeling great after our morning walk and decided to find another trail to explore. We looked up another listed short hike at Rhododendron State Nature Preserve. We thought Kerry was up for the challenge and followed her authoritative voice again, and this time we landed on private property next to a power plant. I kid you not.

We found another road right after the electric plant and took it instead hoping to find the preserve. Instead we came to Wahkeena Nature Center. Not a bad detour.

The pond with the waterlilies floating is what captured our initial attention. Then we spotted a parking lot.

I kept looking for toads but it was so overcast, none were basking in the sun.

Trail head. We were greeted by a worker who was so kind. Passed us a map and told us he was available for any questions if we wanted help identifying.

This trail was very well marked and easy to follow. A bit of ups and down but great scenery along the way.

Debbie and I spotted these very tall mushrooms off in the distance. I wanted to get a closer shot but didn’t want to wander off the trail into the preserve. Thank goodness for zoom capabilities.

The log cabin was used as the nature center. We never went in because we were getting pretty hungry. Debbie remembered the extra battery charger but forgot the snacks for her sugar lows.

There was a small quiet area where this barn owl was housed. In the pamphlet it said he had been hit by a car and was no longer able to be in the wild. They were using him for educational purposes.

Honestly have never seen an owl up close before. But made me wonder how in the world did a car hit him?

Smeck Park- Baltimore, Ohio

Why Baltimore Ohio? Debbie and I were trying to find a place that was approximately the same distance from each other’s home base and this location happened to be that on the Ohio map. Our original intentions were to meet in Indiana but I could not find any interesting cities with hiking trails near by.

I found an adorable two bedroom Airbnb overlooking a wildflower meadow curated by the owners. Once we arrived we also realized the meticulous attention to details these owners had. The woman is a recycled artist and the art she created from piano keys, burnout out light sockets, wires, licensed plates etc was amazing.

The furniture was also refurbished and set the modern vibe perfectly.

This is the beautiful huge gold butterfly that welcomed you when you walked it. It was interesting trying to figure out where all the pieces originated from.

A close up shot of the butterfly. This should be a museum piece.

Another close up of the art behind the sofa.

One of the local recommendations for eating was called The Chubby Hawaiin. It had excellent reviews so after hitting the Dollar Store to score Debbie her Lucky Charms cereal, we headed over.

We walked into the most local looking dive bar restaurant which did not serve alcohol:) A large grey haired man in a Hawaiin shirt and lay came over to welcome us, then sat down at our table and continued to tell us his life story. Sometimes people just do not know their audience. I have little empathy for the elderly that need attention sometimes. I think that’s the Aries in me. Please don’t let me become them.

Food here was seriously excellent. Sticky rice and great flavorful chicken dishes! I had a side of Mac and cheese, just because, and it was the best I’ve had out at a restaurant.

Another Airbnb recommendation was a park just a mile up the road. We made that our first stop on Saturday’s hiking list.

I decided to drive since Debbie’s Kerry Washington voiced Apple maps made her the perfect navigator last time we met in Florida. As we mapped our way to Smeck park Kerry led us to a water treatment facility instead. Maybe she was off her game in the countryside. Google got us to the correct entrance.

A mucky pond welcomed you by the parking lot.

We posed by the sunflower field and sent it to our third musketeer Kassie, we were a childhood trio, wishing she were with us. It was an overcast day predicting storms, but we decided not to let it stop us.

The gravel trail that led back to the woods took us past this beautiful barn.

Antique farm equipment left for educational and artistic purpose I presume.

I captured Debbie through the equipment.

This was an adorable park and virtually empty.

Once you got to the main trailhead it was covered in trees and I literally let out an AHHHHH. Its been a hot minute since I was surrounded by green. This hike was very necessary for my mental health and I couldn’t have picked a better companion to be on the walk with me.

Debbie pointed out this blue beauty among the yellow.

Someone carefully placed a fallen birds nest on the park bench for all to admire.

Debbie hates going up steps, but climbed a 1000 of them in Australia with her sons while sick, so I assured her she would make it back up. Luckily, the path was circular and getting back did not require any steep inclines.

So peaceful. Except for the occasional hum of the water plant nearby. I loved that this small town community preserved this for its local citizens. Its only 1/2 hour outside of Columbus. I wondered if some people commuted.

Really needed to appreciate nature’s wonderment again.

The colors of green blending together and the moss so thick in places.

Toward the end of the trail, it led us through tall grasses and a corn field. Plenty of benches for people to sit still and bird watch.

Took this photo to remember the name of the trail we took.

They called out the different plant names. I don’t think I would’ve distinguished the difference between popcorn and feed corn.

These beauties were opening up and getting ready for the fall harvest.

Clearwater Beach Pier 60, Florida- Day Trip

This trip has been on my calendar for months. Ever since my 2023 year recap, Debbie and I decided we needed to step up our game a bit and not repeat the hike from hell. Debbie saw on TikTok a video where someone flew out in the morning, went to a beach all day, then flew back that same night. She asked if I would be willing to do that with her…..and of course my answer was YES!

I put the ownership on her to find flights, and the minute she did, I confirmed. At the time we booked it, the weather in Ohio was its usual cloudy-grey- chilly- depressing winter day. I couldn’t wait to put my toes in the sand.

Everyone kept saying- ‘why not spend the night? I just wanted a beach visit with a friend. An excuse to do nothing but catch up and soak in the Vitamin D. Others would say- ‘what if the weather’s bad….then we would get a drink and visit a museum- the point was, to be together on an adventure. We had no idea what could happen and it didn’t matter. We would make the best of it regardless.

We both knew we would be a hot mess returning, so we decided to take before an after photos. This is the before. Not sure if it’s better honestly because we left the house at 4am. This is as pretty as it gets at that time 🙂

We both crashed hard on the flight there and woke up to this view. Yes please!

At the airport we were welcomed by this giant flamingo. It was too early in the morning for Debbie to go pose with the kids. What a fun sculpture.

Our flight was on time. We took a couple trams at the airport to the rental car service and since Debbie convinced me to download the app, we discovered our car was already allocated to us. We only needed to go pick it up in the slot #assigned. Could not have been easier. Things were off to an excellent start.

Driving toward the beach via Apple Maps, following Kerry Washington’s very confident and affirming voice, I found myself calling Debbie “Zoe” and screaming for her to snap photos out the window at the views. Zoe and I usually are travelling together and we are used to always being alert when in the passenger seat to snap a photo. Debbie was juggling between being a navigator and taking a photo and mentioned that this was a bit annoying. But hey, she captured this one of the city.

This perfect sign, also thanks to Debbie’s quick passenger window view, welcomed us to the beach!

We found parking on a dead end street right by a public beach entrance. The Universe was showing off making everything so easy. We found a breakfast spot and brought our clothes in to change in their bathroom.

Coffee, pineapple mimosa and a bloody mary- fantastic way to celebrate this beautiful Florida sun filled day.

We walked out and were so happy to see the white sand and Pier 60 in the background. The sand was cool beneath our feet, not scorching hot you usually get in the summer.

We needed shade, or at least for sure I did, so we went up to the closest rental options and rented a cabana and two chairs. Was a gorgeous blue sky day!

Our location was the only spot on the beach that had a liquor license. They had a tiki truck that drove around and made mixed drinks for the patrons. Only downside was when they parked in front of our view for about 20 minutes. But it was great people watching!

There was a lifeguard nearby and tons of rental activities for families. The water was freezing when I first stepped into it, I couldn’t believe there were people swimming. But by the time we left around 4pm, the water was at a much more comfortable temperature.

We were entertained by these black headed seagulls who chattered and fought a lot over whatever they could find on the beach.

This was the view from the water up to our cabana. I loved the royal blue accent of the hotel.

Debbie could tolerate the sun a lot better than I could. I literally covered my body in 70 proof sunscreen. Poor Debbie had to apply it on my back as I was super fearful of getting burnt.

Debbie spotted two burn marks on my thighs and made sure I knew that was not her territory to cover 🙂 My back was fine. I couldn’t escape the sun so I buried my legs in the cool sand. Felt like a kid again.

If anyone doesn’t think 70 proof sunscreen is worth it, you need to witness my burns on the spots that I missed in coverage! My skin is a walking ad for sunscreen. Now 4 days later, it is just starting to fade and feel better.

Another passenger seat capture, gorgeous tree with such a reach.

Back at the airport I admired this gigantic beaded tapestry hanging on the walls.

And the ladders displayed from the ceiling. The texture and symbolism created.

We changed out of our suits in the airport bathroom and wiped down with paper towels to get as much sand off as we could. Our day trip was perfect. Honestly. Not a thing I would change. We were mellow, had a couple drinks, caught up on each other’s lives with a view that was priceless.

The after photo. Not bad. Hair pulled back, sun-kissed faces.

View as we took off on the flight back. Inspirational sunset haze.

Unfortunately we were on a flight with returning young girls who attended a cheerleading competition. It was not fun. The parents seemed inattentive to the point where the flight attendants announced to remain seated, “and this includes children”. There needs to be kid free flights and breweries soon to be invented for my intolerance level which continues to lower with age. Thank goodness for my new noise reduction ear pods.

Debbie scored us exit row seats which was fabulous. We had a rare seat open both there and back so at least we were as comfortable as we could get. I think no one wants to sit in the exit row anymore for fear of the doors flying open 🙂 Debbie also overhead on the way there that there was a group of women doing the same thing we were. On the way back one of them sat behind us and we heard there were 10 of them total.

Sedona, Arizona- Day 3

Well I named Baby B ‘Sedona’ for a reason. This is an amazing place that I will never tire of.

Sunday morning, our last day of our weekend escape, George got my butt into the car by 6 am so we could reach Sedona by 8 and enjoy a full day there. We watched the sun come up as we drove and I made him pull off at a vista point to catch the mountain view.

This was taken from the vista point rest stop on our way. It was stunning. While admiring the view I also noticed it was freezing cold and immediately started complaining that I forgot to bring a coat.

The sun was glaring through the clouds trying to make its way to warm up the Earth.

Only a couple hours north and the view completely transitioned.

We hit Sedona and I couldn’t stop taking photos out the car window.

I mean seriously. It’s unreal. Painted perfectly. A different landscape.

The red rocks are sprouting up in various places as if they were called to grow.

This rock formation reminded me a bit of Utah’s Arches.

The colors. The combination of warmth and greenery. Stick dark branches and puffs of greenery.

I read about this Cathedral and wanted to visit but it didn’t open until 9 am., even on a Sunday. This is one of the spiritual vortexes in Sedona. A place where energy aligns at right angles.

We drove through to get a sense of the town while most were still asleep.

We took Airport Road which has incredible views like this one along the way. The road ended at the top of a mountain with a $3 parking lot. We parked and started following the hiking trail. George kindly gave me his coat to wear.

Can I just say what a good man my George is. He never rolls his eyes at me or snarls at my remarks. Never makes me feel inadequate or less than. Allows me to babble on and on as if entertained. He is the most supportive, loving, generous man I’ve ever met. I feel so taken care of in his presence as if I was the most important human. This kind of love I hope never to take for granted.

We took the 1/2 mile hike down to the viewpoint.

And what a view. I was somewhat annoyed by all the rooftops as if they didn’t belong there, but can’t blame anyone for wanting to live close by.

Words cannot describe what you feel when you see the red earth, spikey cactus, and miles of gorgeous landscape.

The hike ended where you could climb even further up a rock formation for better views. Was interesting watching how quickly the children were able to escalate.

I struggled to not use every single photo I’d taken. It was simply gorgeous at every turn.

Once I got to the top of the rocks I sat down and took a photo of my sturdy hiking boots that have been with me since my very first US adventures. Purchased them in 2021.

As the clouds moved the lighting changed and yet again offered us new perspectives to breathe in.

George snapped this photo of me. Sitting. Wishing I was not surrounded by tourists getting too close to the edges pushing my nerves and interrupting my peace. But I understand. We all want a piece of the peace.

Wanted to capture the terrain a bit because it was not easy. Twisted ankles were bound to happen if you weren’t careful.

We decided to not do the full loop and instead go grab some food and figure out where to head next. During our brunch we figured out that most trail heads you cannot drive to and instead need to take a shuttle. They did not run frequently (about every 50 minutes) and only took 25 passengers at a time. We missed the first shuttle by 5 minutes. It was windy and cold, but I found if I hiked slightly downward, it was much warmer which is where I waited for the next 40 minutes.

This was the view from where I waited. Ya, I could sit her for 40 minutes.

We hiked another short trail called Soldier’s Pass which had a sinkhole called Devil’s Kitchen and also some iconic pools where people are known to swim.

This trail was crowded and tough to find a pace where you weren’t constantly overhearing someone’s conversation or trying to allow someone to pass.

I read a sign at the sinkhole saying it has expanded 40% in size since the late 80s so it was unstable and would continue to erode. I stepped away from the edge 🙂

I loved these agave plants. They added such spikey personality to the hike.

This sweet dead cactus still inspired me by its change of colors.

You just walk along in awe. I am sure there are other trails that are less busy but we hadn’t deeply researched and wanted a short trail that would not push either of our limits.

It was so windy when you were on top of the mountains and then warm as heck once below. Felt perfectly like my hot flashes at home. Coat on, coat off. Repeat.

The pools were quite dried out. Cool nonetheless. I am sure when it rains it would be beautiful.

George and I hiked up high and hung out on top for a bit watching the people. There was a yoga group which was very cool. Others we could see climbing way off in the distance like ants on a hill.

On our drive out of town I asked George to do a full circle at the roundabout so I could get a close up of these two beauties one last time before leaving. He honored my request.

If I had more time and energy, I would have parked in this lot and hiked closer to this mound. This was my one last look as we headed back down south.

My daughters- Zoe, Sedona and Solaire are going out to Arizona to celebrate the twins birthday next month. I can’t wait for them to see where Baby B’s name originated. I absolutely love that the three of them are going together and hope they have the best experience.

Donkey crossing. Now that’s a new one. How many donkey’s had to get killed before this sign was put up? Things that make you go hmmmmm.

Flying home I was fascinated by the clouds. How they were billowing upwards I almost felt stoned watching them. I decided to apply for an airline credit card to earn 2 free round trip tickets with no black out dates or expiration. More adventures to come!

Brewery Hop Phoenix, Arizona- Day 2 part 2

After running around Scottsdale, I had crossed off all I wanted to see. George then began adding new breweries to our list. He started a google map to record all the breweries the two of us have tried together and I think we are officially up to 69 on our count. (maybe more)

I at this point, was just a tag along for the adventure.

First stop was OHSO brewery. It was in sort of a strip mall location.

We had a lot of tasters and then asked the bartender where she would recommend us to go next.

The outdoor venue to this brewery was packed and everyone was eating. They must have had great food. Personally found their seasonal selection best on the beers.

Next stop was in Phoenix in a warehouse district that didn’t quite feel safe. They were closing by 6 pm which made sense. We only stayed for one flight.

It was like the old breweries when you sat in their warehouses and played games. It was fun to check out. Felt retro. Before breweries became the mega hits with the funding that they now have. This was just a seat in a warehouse next to the tanks.

Nobody was there but us and one other couple who couldn’t get a bean bag on the board (cornhole) to save their lives.

Every brewery we went to, recommended we check out the one named Wren. Which I believe is their state bird. It was in a modified home in another odd location.

This place was pretty busy and had a fun outdoor seating area as well. I grabbed a seat facing out and found it amusing to see Mother Mary in the alcove and the sunrays beaming into the bar.

A great picture of me and how I was feeling at this point. Admired how they wallpapered their walls with their labels.

The next brewery, Roses by the Stairs, took us into a more occupied area. Had this cute mural in the parking lot.

George noticed a food truck outside and grabbed some tacos.

This place was annoyingly filled with dogs. Every table had a pet and all the pets snapped at each other and were not comfortable. As if this was a training ground for anxious pets. I couldn’t wait to get out.

Our flights are so fun. But I was getting a bit tired and just ordered a stout.

Selfie moment. Always have to document we were there 🙂

Our last brewery stop, Four Peaks, was my favorite. Located in a neighborhood, which was different, in a huge historic building. It was packed. We couldn’t eat inside unless we had a reservation, guess it was Saturday night.

Thought this sign in the bathroom was cute.

Driving between the breweries was interesting. Maybe we should have done more research of cool neighborhoods in Phoenix, but it seemed desolate in parts. Like driving down Reading Road in Cincinnati. I wondered if there was an area like our OTR that was filled with more options in one location, but it seems everything was very spaced out with nothing in between.

Enjoyed my evening nonetheless. Just observations of a new city. The Phoenix airport upon arrival was also a mess with a 20 minute wait between trams that took you to the rental car location and another hour wait to get the rental car. I was happy we arrived in the evening, so it didn’t feel like a waste of a day”. Travelling always teaches me patience.