Friday, June 29, 2012

Final Call: Two Irish Originals

Friday, 29 June, 2012

What trip to Ireland is complete without Riverdance at the Gaiety Theater in Dublin where it debuted in the 80s (maybe 1984)?

Reading the Irish Independant while at Dromoland there was an article on the show's opening the night before, the beginning of a run through the summer season. We were shocked and excited to get 6th row tickets.

The intimacy of the Gaiety Theater made for a better experience than the humongous halls they were playing in on their US tour when we saw the show. The cast was very differnt, a new generation of performers for sure, but everybit as impressive. The show succeeded washing away the ho-hum taste of Thriller which we saw in London.

The area surrounding the Theater changed our impression of Dublin as well. It is a much more vibrant (and cleaner) part of town than where we stayed our first night in Ireland.
Perhaps the biggest surprise of Dublin is Laura drinking Guiness. Never a beer drinker, Laura thought the Guinness Draught poured at the Brewery was "not bad." Good enough that she had another half pint while at Dromoland Castle and before the show. Now she has a second drink to go along with Margaritas. Brewed in Ireland, St. James's Gate, does taste better, just to confirm the myth.

A few facts stood out at the Guinness tour:
  • In 1749, Arthur Guinness signed a 9,000 year lease on the 4 acre property in Dublin where the St. James's Gate Brewery resides. Lease rate, £45 (less than US$ 70)!
  • "Slainte" is the Irish toast, the equivalent of "Cheers"
  • Guinness purchases 2/3 of the brewing Barley grown in Ireland every year, approximately 100,000 tons. So much for potatoes being the national crop and key to the Irish economy.
  • Barley, one of the four ingrediants that goes into Guinness, in three forms: malted, unmalted, and roasted. The deep red (some say black) color comes from the roasted barley.
  • The yeast used in Guinness is alledged to be a strain that dates back to Arthur Guinness himself. Since the 1800s some of the yeast from each brew is transferred to the next to ensure consistency.
  • The original yeast strain is kept locked in the Director's safe at St. James's Gate. If something happened the yeast could be regrown from that stock in a matter of hours. 
  • Doctor's used to prescribe Guinness for certain ailments including stimulating nursing mothers with milk production, giving rise to one of the early ad campaigns "Guinness Is Good For You"
  • It is said Arthur Guinness didn't invent Stout, but he did perfect it.
Well off to catch a plane home! Hope you enjoyed the Final Call and keeping tabs on our European Adventure. See you soon!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Top Archer

Monday, 25 June, 2012

Demonstrating tremendous foresight, Laura booked our last three nights at a 5 star luxury Castle resort near Newmarket-on-Fergus, County Clare, Ireland called Dromoland. The grounds are a sprawling emerald green featuring a proper fishing lake, prestigous 18-hole golf course, tennis, and clay pigeon shooting. Most important it is to be the venue for the McDonald family archery championship - no mercy.

Side-view of Dromoland Castle
My first concern driving onto the castle grounds is which of the well worn clothes we will be able to wear here without being asked to go smell somewhere else. You don't show up at the Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs dressed (or smelling) like a back packer fresh off the trail. The same principle applies here.

Straight to business, Laura's first question upon check-in: What time is Archery available today?

The showdown is set for 4:15 in the afternoon. Just enough time for some light-lunch and tea while the suspense builds. Two-hundred yards from the front door of the Castle is a corridor of lawn through the forest with an archery target in the center. The girls spied it from inside the castle. That drama builds.

Joelle takes the early lead

With much of our three weeks spent touring medieval ruins, the girls are well schooled in where archers stand on battlements and how to shoot arrows at attackers through narrow slits in the walls. If that didn't do it, Hannah's fixation on Katniss, heroine of the Hunger Games whose weapon of preference is a bow and arrow, was more than enough motivation.

Joelle showing off good technique
An archer in-training, the result of a PE section at school, Hannah is up first and intent on showing us how it is done.

To everyone's surprise, including her own, Joelle takes the early lead on just her third round of arrows with a score of 49 including a 25 point bulls-eye. Photographic evidence reveals she even shot with her eyes closed. We'll assume it was intentional given her ability to use The Force.

Each turn consists of six arrows. The bullseye is worth 25 points. The second ring is 10 points. Each adjacent concentric ring away from the center is worth one less point until you get to zero which is the whitespace outside (and off) the target. Joelle's score makes getting at least one bulls-eye critical to contending for the title.

Nice venue for a family shootout
Arriving upon a good method for aiming, I put up a 46 on a tight cluster of arrows in the red but unfortunately nothing in the inner three yellow rings that score the highest. The score is good enough, however, to move Hannah to third place, last since Mom conceded claiming photographer status for the event. We said "no press" for the event but let it slide.

To the absolute dismay of her sister, Joelle continues to lead after several rounds. Lots of scores are close, but none are better.

"Two more rounds each and then we'll be out of time" our official score keeper indicates. The pressure builds on Hannah, the most verteran archer in the group and most determined to achieve Katniss status. Instead of pronouncing the name "Cat-Niss" as intended, Joelle and I are merciless about calling her "Cat-Nip."

"Come on Cat Nip. Let's see what you've got" Joelle and I rib her as she steps up with her next-to-last handful of arrows. With deep focus, she pulls back her first arrow and lets it fly. It strikes dead center on the horizontal axis but is high and lands in the red ring.

"Nice start Cat Nip, but to win you need a bullseye," we crow at her.

Bullseye Focus

Hannah pulls back her second arrow with the same focus and determination and lets it fly. From her business-as-usual reaction you would never know she landed it dead center scoring 25 points. Hannah nearly locks it up putting her third arrow on yellow as well for another 9 points and a score of 41 with three arrows to go. She finishes strong with two arrows in red, but leaves the door open with one errant three point arrow on the targets outer rings. Her final score, which stands as her best, is 59 points.

Joelle and I have two cracks at eclipsing her mark. Jo puts up another round in the 40s but alas can't get the 25 point arrow needed to make a real go of it.

When the first arrow of my last round finds yellow for the first time, everybody is paying attention. The next arrow is just off yellow in the red ring but showing a good strong cluster. All it takes is one arrow in the center and this contest gets interesting. When the next three arrows all land in blue, the third color from the center, the score is 33 with one arrow left. Not even a 25 point bullseye will win it. The last arrow lands harmlessly in black and confirms what Hannah suspected all along, she's the Top Archer.

"And you're last place Dad!" Joelle is quick to point out.

I'm grateful we didn't have to shoot our food for dinner tonight. Win or lose, I still get a Guinness for my efforts.

The Top Archer


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

"A-B-E"

Monday, 25 June 2012

"We cheer for two teams - our own and whoever plays England," explains the proprietor of Levan Castle, our last stop in Scotland. “We say A-B-E , ‘Anybody But England!’”

The Union Jack of Great Britain flys everwhere in London
ahead of the Olympic Games
Originally from Czech but living and working in London, Jan and his wife Lidia moved to Gourock, Scotland ten years ago. “The opportunity to buy a 14th century castle for the same amount we could sell our house and escape London would have been a crime to pass on.”

Their political views like so many people in these parts come through in their football (soccer) allegiances. “Czech first and A-B-E.”

Our first night in Dublin we did what most people probably do – tour the Guinness brewery at St. James's Gate and eat at Brazen Head, the oldest pub in Dublin dating to 1198. The Pub is full of Italy and A-B-E fans as England and Italy drop the ball on their quarter-final match in the Euro 2012 Tournament. When England’s first scoring chance sails high just a few minutes into the game, I let out a big “Ohhhhhh….”, the only person to do so. Italy and A-B-E fans turn and stare at ‘that guy’ like I’m a Yankees fan in a Back Bay pub full of Red Sox fans with a few pints back.

Notably, Brazen Head pours Irish beers, Heineken, and Coors Light; no English beers in sight. Of course, they also don’t take Pounds or fly the Union Jack. The Republic of Ireland made their sentiments clear when joining the Euro while their neighbors to the north remain aligned with Britain. Better to be quiet about your football sentiments at Brazen Head.

As Italy buries the final penalty kick to resolve in their favor the scoreless tie in which the match ends, fireworks go off in downtown Dublin. Now that is dislike - A-B-E!

Checking out of our hotel the next morning, the hostess who recommended Brazen Head asked how we liked it and if we watched the match. “What did you think of the outcome?” she queries as if she knows the answer and can't wait to agree.

“I was pulling for England. I wanted to see them play Germany in the Semis,” I explain.

“Really?” she responds with a quizzical look and glances at our hotel registration card to confirm I am in fact from America.

There is ample evidence the Scots still don’t feel a whole lot different.

The flag of Scotland flying in the
UK's Capital for Outdoor Adventure
Fort William is advertised as the UK's Capital for Outdoor Adventure yet the only flag we saw flown there, and throughout the rest of the Highlands, was that of Scotland.

Ever heard of Scottish Pounds?

Me either until the ATM in Fort William spit out 10 and 20 Pound notes absent the familiar picture of Queen Elizabeth II that defines English Pounds Sterling. Turns out Scottish Banks, at least four or five of them, issue their own Pounds with distinctly Scottish symbols that are used interchangeably with English Pounds.

Four versions of the 10 Pound Note, three of which are
from Scottish Banks and absent QE II
The two countries also have separate school systems, police forces, and separate English and Scottish regiments in the British military. The history of the Scottish Greys and Grey Dragoons is rich and distinct from other British military units.

Other examples abound, but sports allegiance is really the best barometer. It is fascinating to see how divided many members of Great Britain remain though they will compete together under the Union Jack at the Olympics.

Personally, I think it is great and healthy to maintain your heritage and identity while working together as a nation. Facts be known, if I had to support the New England Patriots to retain my American citizenship, we would be staying in Scotland – A-B-NE!

Monday, June 25, 2012

Running of Ben Nevis

Thursday, 21 June, 2012

“Winds are from the northeast today. Clouds and rain will be back in tomorrow. ” The words of the chatty host yesterday at Urquhart Castle ring loudly in my head an hour and thirty minutes into the ascent of Ben Nevis. In five minutes clear views over Fort William, the Lochs, and onto the horizon are gone. Visibility through the thick cloud bank is no more than 20 yards. The winds are whipping. It is decision time: push for the summit or turn-back.

Big views to the horizon one minute...

Last night I knew a successful summit of the tallest mountain in the UK would require an early start. Two days of good weather pushed in by winds from the southwest noticeably shifted yesterday. The host at Urquhart Castle explained the weather systems of the Highlands to me while talking fighter jets. No question, there will be a narrow weather window in which to summit Thursday morning.

...the view up the trail 5 minutes later

An early start I got, but broke every rule in the book, namely: Go to bed “run ready.” With no food packed the night before, uncertainty over exactly how to get to the trailhead and navigate the lower trail sections where lots of other trails cut through, I was anything but ready.

“Morning logistics probably cost me an hour and the summit,” I say to myself still debating whether to push on. The forty or so people from the tour coach that started behind me turned back long ago. Three more parties have flipped around while I debate myself.

“I’m not real good with a map and compass in clear conditions,” a woman opting to descend says on her way passed. “Don’t want to walk off an edge I don’t see.”

Her reference is to the 1,000+ foot drop off the north face of Ben Nevis. The cliffs make "Big Ben" a coveted destination for climbers and feared by day hikers. As the route across the final boulder strewn portions of the ascent becomes less clear, most people cling to their compass and map. With neither in-hand, I’m counting on good trail sense.

I make a deal with myself:

1. If the trail’s route becomes unclear to the point you couldn’t back-track, turn back;
2. If the gusting winds become dangerously sustained, say over 30 mph, turn back;
3. If it starts to rain turning the mountain to slippery slick rock, turn back

Strange looks come from two more parties on the descent. Clad in long pants, burly hiking boots and gators, heavy coats, hats, tightly drawn hoods, and armed with hiking poles, they clearly think I’m nuts, headed for certain death, modestly clad in shorts and a long-sleeve Nike dry-fit running top. I run like this in colder weather all the time. “What’s the big deal?” I say to myself.

Cobbles of Lower Ben Nevis
The lower steeps of Ben Nevis are mostly paved with rocks like a cobblestone staircase. Heavy rains of the Highlands have no doubt washed out the trail many times requiring reinforcement of the trail bed. It didn’t occur to me at the time, but doing the math later that night proves it is more staircase than path. Rising 4,406 feet over a 5 mile ascent works out to an average grade of 16.6%.

The top 1/3 of the trail is less obvious now and beginning to disappear into the clouds. Just when rule number one starts to become applicable a large hulking dark form appears 20 yards ahead. It stands stone still.

“No Bear stands like that on a wind exposed ridge,” I assure myself. It’s a stone carim, built like a castle and tall as man, and ready to withstand more wind than I hope to ever see. Another 20 yards and there is carim and another.

“Hard to keep the trail?” not so much. This is the best marked trail I have ever climbed. All the hub-bub in the guide book looks at once suspect.

Ben Nevis Snowfields
Another quarter mile and something quite familiar in the Colorado high country but unexpected here comes into focus through the clouds. “It’s the Ben Nevis Glacier,” a woman on a rest break responds to the unasked question written all over my face.

Now I am feeling under geared. The woman and her two companions trudge straight up in their hiking boots, gators, and poles without issue. But it is noticeably soft, more snowfield than glacier, meaning I won’t slide off the mountain – good news.

Three weeks ago I selected the Vasque Velocity trail runners for exactly this ascent, this moment. Traveling as light as possible across Europe for a month meant selecting one pair of walking/hiking shoes to do it all, including the day I would ascend Ben Nevis. I tested fifteen pairs of shoes in May as part of Mountain Magazine’s summer trailing running shoe test. Comfortable walking the cobbles in medieval Bayeux, climbing the stairs of St. Paul and the Eiffel tower, navigating the subways in Paris and London, the shoes must now perform on what I brought them to really do – conquer whatever Big Ben throws my way.

On comes the rest of what little gear I have in my pack. Patagonia rain pants and rain jacket – don’t want to slide down a snowfield on bare skin. That feels like skin over a cheese grater.

One problem, “Where's my hat?” One of the few key pieces of gear I was counting on when I decided to push for the summit is inexplicably absent from my pack. Not quite as bad as a fisherman dropping their fly box in the river but really close. It is the first bumble of the day that truly worries me.

It is cold now. The winds are sustained. The temperature has dropped and the visibility is still poor. I am not even sure how far it is to the summit. The sign at the trailhead said plan for a seven hour round trip. The guidebook said 7 miles up and 7 miles back. But there is no way. One and a half hours into the ascent and standing on a snowfield, Big Ben must be about out of boulder field, right?

The Vasque's deliver. Crossing the snowfiled proves uneventful. The second snowfield is more interesting in that you can just make out the mountain dropping away on the left side. Note to self, keep the snowfields on the left! 

The ruins of an old stone structure come into view. It looks like the old observatory from the photos I saw, but that is supposed to be near the top. Another 100 meters and the ruins of two more stone structures come into focus through the dense clouds.

"Is this the top?" I call out through the winds to a heavily clothed hiker sitting against one of the old stone walls.

How about the expansive views from the Summit marker?!
"Yes, don't get blown off. The summit marker is right there" he says pointing to something 20 yards away that is invisible through the clouds.

The GPS has the route at 5 miles on the nose. Thank goodness it wasn't the 7 miles listed in the (worthless) guidebook.

The second you stop moving, you start freezing. Exposed to operate the camera for a few quick pictures, my hands are quickly numb. Running the last twenty mintues in a rain suit soaked me from the inside out. The only other guy guy at the summit looks concerned for a moment as I strip off all my base layers to "air out" and change into some dry skivvies. Without a hat, it's still a lot of heat loss out the top and hard to stay warm.

Requisite Summit Pic
The worry turns to the most excitement I have ever experienced for a knit hat when it appears amongst the packing material around my two water bags. Forgot I put it in there to keep them from bouncing around. PHEW!

The carrot cake purchased at the gas station this morning, aged under shrink wrap at least two years, is awful great. It was mildly better than the freeze dried coffee I spilled on myself driving through a round about while shifting the manual transition in our renta-rolla-skate-of-a-car. Of course that is the roundabout with the pea-sized sign for the Ben Nevis visitor center I was supposed to see and didn't while minimizing spill damage. Cripes....could have skipped the (worst ever) coffee and summited while you could see something more than clouds and your rain jacket get turned inside out while your trying to put it back on.

Thirty minutes of downhill running later and it's down right balmy again. Back to shorts and the dry-fit top. It still looks like a bad day on Mt. Washington at the Summit but the rest of Scotland appears to be having a great day.

Forty-five minutes on the descente and all is clear  
It is on the descent the 16.6% grade makes itself known. Legs are quivering like a bow string with a mile left. One hour and twenty-nine minutes of squats and lunges is the descent. Once fatigue set in, the stone staircase became formidable, even dreadful. I would much rather run up three-times than come down once.

"You're so lucky" a couch potatoe on the ascent yells as I run passed headed for the valley floor. "I did have to earn the descent" are the playful words that come out of my mouth, a complete lie of course. The descent is Big Ben's way of taking a piece out of you. That guy will figure it out soon enough.

Laura's achilles has been "ok" for a few days now. She is walking around without the gimp and the joy of random shots of nerve pain. Now it's me. The girls make some remark about us not both being able to walk normal at the same time. Two days later and my quads feel worse than after running the Boston Marathon.

"You didn't have to do it in 3:22," Laura reminds me as I stumble around. But she knows I had to run it in at least half the recommended seven hours for the round trip. That's just me.

There is a small epilouge to this tale, or there will be anyway.

Since Laura physically couldn't do the climb and the girls wanted nothing to do with it on a day sure to be stormy, I borrowed a rock off the summit and carried it down. Just like the Hawaiians believe you will be cursed for taking black sand or a lava rock home as a souvenier, it is considered poor form to take a rock off the summit of a peak.

I borrowed the summit rock. It is the girls responsibility to return to Ben Nevis and place it back on the Summit. I intend to go fly-fishing nearby and tip a single malt on the rocks while they do so.
The 4,406 foot summit of Ben Nevis as viewed from sea level

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Glenfinnan Viaduct

Thursday, 21 June 2012

How does one of the most distinguished landmarks in Scotland lose its name? A landmark so famous it appears on the Bank of Scotland’s 10 Pound note?

Put it in Harry Potter.
Catching a glimpse of the Harry Potter Bridge

The girl’s faces are crammed against the glass of the Jacobite Express as we approach Glenfinnan. They aren’t alone. All the passengers are pressed against the glass hoping to catch a glimpse of the “Harry Potter Bridge.”

Dobbie the Elf sealed the doorway to platform 9 ¾ at King’s Cross hoping to keep Harry from returning to Hogwarts for his second year believing it to be too dangerous. Harry and Ron “borrow” the Weasley family car, a light blue Ford Anglia 105E modified by Ron’s father to also be invisible. The pair achieve lift off and speed past Big Ben and head north out of London to catch the train.

Glenfinnan Viaduct from the Jacobite Express
The temperamental car nearly gets squashed by the train and Harry almost falls out high above Glenfinnan Viaduct. The scene makes great use of the tall arches of the bridge to create a dramatic fairy tale back drop suitable for the Hogwarts Express and forever changing the name by which the viaduct is known.

Having already seen the Ford Anglia at Warner Brother's Studios outside London, King's Cross and the St Pancras Hotel (where they lift off), and Big Ben, we, of course, had to come find the Harry Potter Bridge.

The Jacobite Express goes past the western most station in Scotland and turns north to the fishing village of Mallaig. The ride is two hours out and two hours back with a fantastic dinner stop at the Fish Market overlooking the Bay. The quality and freshness of the product brought to the pier is evident at dinner, but also watching a crew just returned unload their catch onto the pier.

Our only disappointment with the experience is no Thestrals awaiting our arrival to pull us in a carriage off to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Fresh caught Prawns at Mallaig

The Highlands

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

The descent into Pitlochry is a drive straight into a post card yet a mere hors d'oeuvre for what is to come in the Highlands. Overdue with an update to the blog, I blame the Highlands. There simply aren’t enough hours in the day, let alone the five days we booked, to get enough of a land that has everything I could ever want (with the exception of world class powder skiing).

Western view of Loch Ness
from the top of Grant's Tower at Urquhart Castle
Where the A9 bends northeast toward Aviemore, Cairngorms National Park introduces us to the Caledonian Forest that once covered the whole of Scotland. A colorful, texture-rich, canopy of Birch, Alder, Oak, Aspen, Rowans, and Bird Cherry trees blended with Scot Pines and Junipers, the Caledonian Forest grows exclusively in Scotland. Only 1%, 44,000 acres of the original forest remains, a result of pressures from grazing, resource intense industries, and the same lack of attention to environmental stewardship we have seen around the planet. Restoration efforts are a foot but clearly up against it.

Dropping into Inverness and onto the north shore of Loch Ness adds the deep blue to the palette that comes only from clean, cold, water stacked 700 feet deep. The towering ridge lines capture and empty the clouds creating streams of cascading water over a rich canopy of green grazing grass intermixed with the Caledonian canopy.



Urquhart Castle -
the old drawbride in front and Grant Tower on the left
Colliding Kauai’s Na Pali Coast, whose cliffs rise from the Pacific to 4,000 feet, with the pitches and exposed craggy rock faces of the Rocky Mountains might begin to describe the Highlands. Add in the bounty of Seattle’s Pike Place Market above Puget Sound and you get a sense of the tastes that complement the vista. Alex Trebek might stump them all with the answer ‘A place that puts fresh Venison sausage, Salmon, Lobster, and Prawns on the table next to exceptional cuts of Lamb, Beef, Quail, and fresh vegetables.’

What are the Scottish Highlands?

I’m sure the Vikings threw around the word Valhalla when they first saw it. I understand why there are reportedly 744 castles in Scotland. The Highland Clans, armies of Scotland, England, Vikings, and briefly, even the Romans, fought over these precious lands less than 3-times the size of Yellowstone and just 10% the size of Colorado. Nevertheless King Edward, Robert the Bruce, William Wallace, the Jacobites, the Clans, King James, Oliver Cromwell’s troops, a celebrity cast, they all passed through Urquhart and the water way below.

The MacDonalds return 467 years after the last raid to retake Urquhart

Loch Ness teams with several other Lochs and since the late 1800s, the Caledonian Canal, to create a water-way from east to west that makes everything on the edges very strategic. Great castles invariably mean great battles. Urquhart was a great Castle; its ruins evidence it saw many great battles.

From my vantage point on road A82, the medieval ruins of Urquhart on the rocky promontory before me, you would believe the screams that suddenly fill the air to be those of tartan clad intruders, another Clan MacDonald raid upon the Castle.

Today the screams are the sound trails of jet engines lagging behind an American F-18 in hot pursuit of an F-16 a few hundred feet above Loch Ness. The jets, flying eye-level to me, race toward the town of Inverness and bank high and right as if pulling off their target, cargo delivered, and target destroyed. Images of NATO jets executing low-fly combat maneuvers in the airspace over this the medieval anchor of the Highland waterway are not among those I expected to take away today. Given Urquhart’s history perhaps it is perfectly appropriate.
Load the Trebuchet

Urquhart Castle was last garrisoned during the troubles that followed Scotland’s James VII into exile in 1689 as the “pretender” to the throne of England. The chief of Clan Grant tossed his lot in with William and Mary, the new sovereigns of England, and garrisoned at Urquhart with three companies of Grant Highlanders, 200 men in total.

Besieged by Jacobite forces more than twice their number they managed to hold out until the Jacobites final defeat. When they marched out of the castle, they blew it up rendering it useless as a military fortification against the Crown.

Over the years that followed the castle fell into decay. It was pilfered for rock, timber, led, and other materials that went in turn went into building new homes in nearby Glen Urquhart and Drumnadrochit.

Dating back eight generations before me on my father’s side, it is very likely Duncan MacDonald spent many days in the castle ruins at Urquhart. In 1760, when his son Alexander was born in Glen Urquhart, it wouldn’t surprise me if the walls and roof that gave him shelter came, in part, from the Castle. I am sure he played in the ruins of Urquhart as a child, marveled at their grandeur even as ruins, exactly as we have done today.

How Alexander left Glen Urquhart in 1801 and sailed by the ship Sarah to Nova Scotia leaving the spectacular Glen on Loch Ness behind forever is a story for another time. Without knowledge of what was to come to the MacDonald’s living in the shadow of Urquhart, you would think them to be insane for leaving this spectacular place.

Urquhart from A82 - Grant Tower (left) and the original summit and market on the right

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Scones and Stones

Monday, 18 June 2012

“This is going to be my favorite part of the trip,” Laura proclaims as we blast across the Scottish country side from the left hand side of the road.  Destination:  Dalmunzie Castle – the first of several planned overnight stays at Castles in the Scottish Highlands and Ireland.

Right-Hand Drive, Yikes!
Laura was looking forward to Scottish Castles before we left Colorado so her radar is up.  When our first wrong turn coming into Perth leads straight up a forested hillside and lands at the front gate of a massive castle estate, Laura’s thinking “awesome!”  In my vernacular, “you can’t swing a dead cat by the tail around here without hitting something big and stone (I would be interested to see how that translates to Gaelic).

We rely on the same rule to find the correct road from Perth as we did in France – head for the Center of town as all roads lead (and lead away) from there.

The most dangerous part of the trip was escaping Edinburgh with a rental car.  “Our goal is to make it to Dalmunzie Castle, right-side-up,” I told the kids, setting the bar low. The exit from Hertz requires the counter clockwise navigation of four roundabouts each with exits to places we have never been.  The barking of the Tom Tom navigation system at the same time is too much.  “Turn left” isn’t helpful when there are eight of them and you’re mainly trying to figure out left handed shifting while not hitting anything.  Cutting through the heart of Perth a roundabout at a time brings more of the same.

“Scone Palace?”  I blurt out in my ‘are-you-kidding-me?’ voice, leaning into another roundabout. “Let’s have a scone at Scone Palace!"

Nobody thinks I’m funny, but everyone is ready for a snack so funny or not, we make the turn.  After a couple of miles on the “driveway” it becomes clear Scone Palace is no rest stop.  Unbeknownst to us, Scone Palace is “the place where Scottish Kings and Queens are crowned.”  I may have mentioned something about swinging dead cats again.
Hannah crowns Joelle on the Stone of Destiny

At the top of an earthen mound covered in lush green grass sits the Destiny Stone of Scotland, a replica of it anyway.  Alexander I, II, and III were crowned at Scone and ruled until 1286. During that time the Scone Abbey existed here and the Scottish Parliament met. Moot Hill, the mound on which the destiny stone sits, is built up from dirt Nobles brought from their kingdoms across Scotland and combined with dirt brought by others from all over Scotland prior to swearing allegiance on this spot to the crown.

Scotland fell into turmoil after Alexander III and his heir died. King Edward I of England (alternatively known as “the Butcher” and “Hammer of the Scots”) seized the opportunity and attacked all over Scotland. He took the Stone of Scone and had it placed in Westminster Abbey in 1296, the symbolism of the message was clear – new dog in town.

The rest of that story plays out in the movie Braveheart with William Wallace becoming a national hero defeating the English at Stirling Bridge before being betrayed, captured, drug through the streets of London, disemboweled, and hung.

Nevertheless, Robert the Bruce was crowned King of Scots at Scone Palace on Palm Sunday 1306. Over the next nine years he recaptured all the Scottish palaces and in 1314 defeated Edward II at Bannockburn, near Stirling, a battle victory considered one of the greatest in world history. Robert the Bruce ruled until his death in 1329 as arguably the greatest King of Scots.

Notably, the Stone of Destiny (Stone of Scone) was moved to Edinburgh Castle in 1996. For the life of me I don’t remember seeing it there, but Joelle does. “It was in the display case with the Crown Jewels Dad.” Somebody has been paying attention! Indeed, it sits displayed with the Royal Honors of Mary Queen of Scots.
Hannah and Joelle navigate the Star Maze at Scone Palace

Scone Palace, great find for a place that began as a (bad) joke and lunch stop.  Oh, and Hannah reports the Apple Cinnamon Scones were in fact “good” and the Star Maze was the best part of Scone Palace.

Laura is about to come unglued.  My lack of comfort with oncoming traffic coming at my right side results in driving awfully far to the left side of our lane.  Narrow to begin with there isn’t much between Laura’s side of the car and the many stone walls that line roads only a bobsled racer could love.  The tour buses are the worst.  In my defense, they simply don’t fit on just one-half the road and they don’t flinch in the game of chicken that results.

A timber laden Loree finally does it. Looking up at Laura’s side of the car only last a few seconds, but the accompanying holes and bucking of our roller skate of a car betrayed my “I got this” look.

We are right-side up as Dalmunzie Gatehouse comes into view.  Surrounded by 62,000 acres of lush green hillsides dotted with Sheep behind stonewalls that run straight up to the sky, the Estate of Dalmunize is everything you envision on a “Greeting s from Scotland” postcard.  The rustic nine hole golf course that runs through the pasture, twice jumping the stream that runs through the valley floor is like adding a plaid tartan to the postcards borders.  It is pure Scotland.

Greeted with a proper “Good day and Welcome to…” as we enter the Castle, something doesn’t sound right. Turns out Dalmunzie is owned by an Australian who hires staff from Australia on two year commitments.  The dining room and tea service are most definitely fit for the Queen.  Even the local whisky of choice, Royal Lochnagar, is produced at nearby Balmoral where the Queen resides when on Holiday in these parts.  Poured over rocks, it is the best Single Malt Scotch Whisky of the trip (so far).

We feel about as far from home as it gets until a family from Littleton, Colorado walks in right behind us. Add that to meeting a Royce McDonald also from Littleton the night before at the Marriott in Edinburgh and we don’t feel so far away.
Approaching Scone Palace

Dalmunzie Castle from the 6th Tee Box

Monday, June 18, 2012

The Elephant Cafe

Sunday, 17 June 2012

“Jo preferred the round table in the back looking out at the Castle” reveals the waiter drawing us in further, more than resolving our query definitively. “That one, right in the middle there,” he points it out.

We take an adjacent table with an equally compelling view of Edinburgh Castle ablaze in late afternoon sunlight. The collage of photos taken in the Café as she wrote, the adjacent press clippings, the women’s bathroom covered in graffiti addressed to the author and the many characters she created, the girls are absolutely buzzing.

Hannah and Joelle sniffed this place out on our walk up George IV drive as we walked to dinner last night. “There it is” they shouted as we walked past again on our way to tour Edinburgh Castle this morning.

“We’ll come back and have Tea after we see the Castle,” Laura promised without really calming them; and, so we did return to the Elephant Café – the birthplace of Harry Potter.

Ask nearly anyone to fill in the blank after speaking two of the most famous initials of the past 15 years – “J.K.” – and anyone not living under a rock will immediately respond “Rowling.”

Joanne, or Jo as she was better known then, wears an unruly mane of red hair in the photo collage hanging on the café’s shrine wall. The café’s most famous patron sports a well coiffured blonde mane in the adjacent press clippings, one tiny glimpse of the massive before and after HP changes in the life of a person who has handled celebrity brilliantly in a country resident to the most brutal paparazzi in the world. 

JK Rowling envisioned Scotland as she described many of the scenes that appear in the book.  With Edinburgh Castle staring in as the formative words came together on a napkin, I can certainly understand. Haggrid’s Hut that sits in the Warner Brother’s Studio outside London was flown by helicopter to the top of ridge lines in Scotland to shoot several movie scenes. Wednesday we plan to ride the train West from Fort William and across the train bridge that appears several times in the movie on the route to Hogwarts. J.K. Rowling said Hogwarts at a day’s train ride north of London which puts that bridge in about the right spot.

We didn’t expect our Harry Potter experience to go outside of London, but the trail is quickly becoming a remarkable thread in our trip. Getting to know the author by where she worked and the scenes that were in her mind has been amazing. Even better is watching it expand the definition of what seems possible, realistically possible. The idea of Harry and a wizarding school was said to have come to J.K. Rowling on a train ride. The idea was so moving and gripping she had to flush it out.

How much more confident are you in the conviction of your ideas, that it only takes one spark to get something rolling, after you have sat where J.K. Rowling gave birth to Harry Potter?

Before we go, Hannah writes a thank you to J.K. Rowling on the bathroom wall "for writing the books." On the hand dryer Joelle scrawls "Dobbie is a Free Elf."

Ye ken yoo're in scootlund when

Saturday, 16 June 2012

King's Cross - Waiting for the Platform numbers
to be posted on the Board
Friday, our final morning in London, greeted us with the ripe stench of two-plus weeks of laundry. We are soooo ready to move away from big city traffic, subways, and sirens; to lose the "Urban" from Explorers. We didn't sit still for two weeks, covering 5 - 7 miles a day on foot. We notched the big stair climbs - Eiffel Tower and St. Paul's Cathedral. Finding the unexpected adventure around the corner, great, but we're toast. A 4.5 hour train ride sounds perfect.

On the Potter Trail - King's Cross Station
King's Cross was good for another stop on the Harry Potter Quest side of our trip. Since the first movie, a marker on the train platforms existed for 9 3/4 with a luggage cart half absorbed into the wall. A massive makeover of King's Cross, necessitated the portal to board Hogwarts Express be moved. I expect moving a Wizards's Platfrom must be quite simple really. It's just a portal to another place right? So, in the event you missed the memo, the portal into platfrom 9 3/4 is now located in the main station at King's Cross, not on the platforms.

The ride to Edinburgh Waverly has enough stops you notice the train's passenger mix turnover. "English" is prominent until about Newcastle-upon-Tyne. By Berwick-upon-Tweed, well, Ye cannae kin th' sassenach speakers next tae ye oan th' train (You can't understand the English speakers next to you on the train).

Rain greeted us at the station in Edinburgh. Saturday the wind pushed the rain sideways all day causing us to declare it a laundry day. So, on the 16th day, we rested and did laundry. Tired legs and Laura's achilles all cheered.

Between loads of laundry, I landed on a few tell tale indicators to aide travelers in answering their kids constant question: "Are we in Scotland yet?"

Ye ken yoo've crossed frae london tae scootlund when (You know you've crossed from London to Scotland when)...

  • It's the tough lookin' stock that wear skirts and a purse.
  • Food is half the price and twice as good.
  • Service: "Yes!"
  • Did we mention, people are nice?
  • "Pie" is on the dessert menu, "Tarte" is out
  • "Set Down" is where taxis drop off.
  • Taxi drivers don't know when England plays their next match
  • It's daylight when you enter, and leave, the Pub.
  • Most people don't bother with umbrellas.
  • Tipping is not expected.
As the taxi driver from Edinburgh Station to the hotel couldn't answer a question I assumed to be a given in any Football crazy "United Kingdom," I started to wonder how the Scots really feel about the English. It's been a good 300+ years since they agreed to ally, but if the Taxi driver doesn't know when England plays in the Euro2012 tournament..... Football allegiances are a truth serum for real sentiment.

In that vein, I did a quick search...best Scotish quips on England I found so far...

A Scotsman walking through a field, sees a man drinking water from a pool with his hand. The Scotsman man shouts ' Awa ye feel hoor thatâs full Oâ coos Sharn' (Don't drink the water, it's full of cow sh!t.). The man shouts back 'I'm English, Speak English, I don't understand you'.
The Scotsman man shouts back 'Use both hands, you'll get more in.'

3 guys, 1 Irish, 1 English and 1 Scottish, are walking along the beach one day and come across a lantern and a Genie pops out of it. "I give you each one wish, that's three wishes in total" says the Genie. The Irish guy says "I am a fisherman, my Dad's a fisherman, his Dad was a fisherman and my son will be one too. I want all the oceans full of fish for all eternity." So, with a blink of the Genie's eye "AlKaZoom" the oceans were teaming with fish. The English guy was amazed, so he said, "I want a wall around England, protecting her, so that nothing will get in for all eternity". Again, with a blink of the Genie's eye "AlkaZoom - POOF" there was a huge wall around England. The Scot asks, "I'm very curious. Please tell me more about this wall. "The Genie explains "Well, it's about 150 feet high, 50 feet thick, protecting England so that nothing can get in or out." The Scot says, "Ach, fill it up with water."

Walking to dinner through a sideways rain that shredded the 5 Euro umbrellas we bought adjacent Notre Dame, I noticed the Pubs were full as the English played to a 3-2 victory over Sweden. It's likely the team wouldn't have been allowed back into the Kingdom had they lost after tying the French in their first match. Now, I don't know if the Pubs in Edinburgh would have been full without the match but, for now, we'll give the benefit of my ignorance and conclude, at least until furhter diligence is complete, that the Kingdom's allegiance of Scots and English is safe and QE2 (Queen Elizabeth II) may still vacation safely in Balmoral.


Saturday, June 16, 2012

Ghosts of Londinium

Friday, 15 June 2012

Here's a head scratcher - London is twice a colony.

“The Romans Invade” isn’t exactly unique in world history.  In 43 AD, Romans landed at the narrowest point on the Thames still deep enough for ocean faring boats, about where London Bridge sits today, and established Londinium. Founded as a merchant colony, it quickly grew into a comsmopolitan area and the largest city in “Britannia,” the greater region established in 54 BC under Julius Ceasar as a Roman territory.

Boadicea and her daughters opposite Big Ben
Aside from a short-period following an uprising led by Boadicea in 60AD that temporarily chased the Romans from Londinium and earned a first rate placement for her stone-likeness across from Big Ben, Britania was Roman for five centuries. Abandoned in the early 5th Century, central Londinium likely, remarkably, sat empty for 400 to 500 years, the result of the plague as much as the decline of the Roman Empire.

Another head scratcher for those of us who think of England as a colonizer and empire builder, it was the Angles, a Germanic tride from which the word England descends, that sailed from the northern most State in Germany, Schleswig-Holstein, and settled during the 5th and 6th centuries. England first became a unified state in 927 AD, a millennia after Ceasar landed.

The realization for me in all of this: London is not an ancient city like Rome (7th Century BC) or Jerusalum (4 Millennia BC). It began simply as a Colony of another Empire from another era as humans gradually spread the globe from Mesopotmia origins.

A William reference near Leadenhall Market in London
Founded by Romans, and more permanently settled by Germanic tribes, it was William the Conqueror, a Norman King hailing from Normandy, France who got the French into the mix by landing in 1066 near the old Londinium site and begining construction of a fortification known today as the Tower of London and home to the Queen's Crown Jewels. A few years later, seeking to secure the Western approach to London, William designs and begins construction of Windsor Castle 20km upstream. Given Windsor Castle is the oldest in active service, where Queen Elizabeth spends most of her weekends, it could be said William the Conqueror and his posse from across the Channel didn't do a half bad job. Perhaps that further explains why most English refer to William not as "the Conqueror" but alternatively, "the Bastard." A Frenchman founding key assets of the Crown? That explains a lot.

At Windsor Castle, St George Cathedral left, the Center
Keep in the back right

Gradually the tables turned and the English started doing the conquering, frequently going North into Scotland and South into France. In fact, the next thousand years saw the English Channel act as a net dividing two halves of a giant ping-pong table across which Generals and Monarchs served and volleyed attacks as a means to cement their glory (whenever they weren’t at war within their own boundaries). For English Monarchs "invade France" served the same, always popular, political purpose as "cut taxes" does for politicians today.
Edward III with the Crowns of
Scotland and France

Edward III, in his portrait hanging in St George Cathedral on the grounds of Windsor Castle, is painted with two crowns run through on his Sword – one for Scotland, one for France. Fresh off conquests in France, he established the Order of the Garter in 1348. Modeled after King Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table, the group had 25 founding members and exists to this day with St George’s Cathedral serving as its home.

Henry VIII, immediately after coming to power invaded France at Calais, a small beachhead from which he laid claim to the greater France. Classic politics – take an inch and claim a mile.

From the French end, why wouldn’t Napoleon, seeking to consolidate his position following the political void opened by French Revolutionaries beheading of Louis XVI, do in the early 19th Century what everyone else had done previously and invade his neighbors to the North?

General Nelson’s victory at Trafalgar and Napoleon’s ultimate demise at Waterloo kept stoneworkers very busy carving English military leaders for placement in St. Paul’s Cathedral forever immortalized as heroes of the State. There are more military and monarchial figures in St Paul’s than religious figures. Though the battle cost Nelson his life, he got his own stone likeness and column with a view placed forever at the center of Trafalgar Square. Yeah, the English disliked Napolean that much.

On Guard at Windsor Castle
Over a century later, the Nazi’s fully intended to take a crack at it by sending troops across the Channel after softening the English up with their bombs. Did Hitler know the Angles Story and presume England was rightfully German? Beats me, but I do know that by D-Day 1944, landing an army across the Channel was hardly a new idea.

Ghost chasers, we zigzag our way across Londinium on double-deck buses, the Underground, boats, and trains, but mostly on foot, gradually assembling the many layers of Londinium, a four dimensional puzzle of pieces forged across two millennia. 

The finger prints of people who took a turn shaping London's second millennia are everywhere. We run into William the Bastard, Edward III, many faces of the Tudor dynasty like Henry VII and VIII and Elizabeth I. We meet the King George(s) of the “American Uprising” era, Queen Victoria, Queen Mary, and many more.

Edward III’s finger prints are most present in the trappings of the aforementioned Order of the Garter established in 1348. Prince Charles claims his membership as one of the greatest honors bestowed upon him. In Windsor Castle, St. George’s Hall is a massive dining room in which all members of the order since its founding are named on the walls along with their Coat of Arms. Their positions are also marked in the choir of seats at St George’s Cathedral. The Order – its customs, traditions, prestigious membership, and annual Trouping of the Color ceremony that will take place today make Edward impossible to forget.

Henry VIII by Hans Holbein
We see the fingerprints of Henry VIII the most. He is embroidered into the tapestries of the Cathedral in Bayeux, France. His armor is prominently displayed at the Tower of London along with recognition of his additions made to the fortifications he retreated into on occasion. The portait of him at about age 40, by which he is infamously known, hangs in the semi-private living apartments at Windsor Castle, one of the more than 60 homes and palaces he owned as Monarch. Of course, his fingerprints are all over Hampton Court Palace, effectively, his man cave. Henry VIII is buried along with his favorite wife, Katherine Seymour, in St George Cathedral at Windsor Castle.
Inside the Globe Theater
The finger prints of Queen Elizabeth I and the Elizabeathan age are most visible at the Globe Theater, a recreation of it anyway. Located 300 meters from the original site of the Globe adjacent the Thames and Millennium Bridge, it is a remarkable homage to the works of William Shakespeare.  A giant doughnut when viewed from above, the center is a courtyard in which up to a 1,000 people would stand for a “stinky penny” to see the show. Today, they let 700 people in for 5 pounds each, still a bargain for a Shakespeare production. Back in the day, those who didn’t smell quite as bad could pay three pennies for one of the 3,000 seats under the thatch roof covering the theaters circular perimeter. Today, the three tiers of bench seating surround the stage on ¾ of the perimeter putting 1,500 people right on top of the stage. From the third level you literally look down with a bird's eye view. The stage occupies the other ¼ of the perimeter and juts into the courtyard. With no microphones, stage lighting, or any other modern accoutrements, the Globe is designed to be as true to the original as possible less the stink of seldom bathed Elizabethans.

Unofficially, our tour guide conquers, the 37 works of William Shakespeare had to have been the product of a team of writers and actors collaborating under the same pen name. That is not to say William Shakespeare was not an individual, he was, but rather the extent of the body of work and insight that went into creating it would have required the perspectives of actors as well as writers to make it work so well. Notably, Shakespeare’s wife and daughter were not able to write. He never attended University. He left behind no books or works in his Will; anecdotal evidence at best, but interesting.

Ascending the Medieval stone stairs
inside Bloody Tower
Elizabeth I finger prints are also prominent at the Tower of London, specifically at Bloody Tower which often served as a prison ward. She twice “Sent to the Tower” Sir Walter Raleigh, perhaps the most famous prisoner before ending up there herself. Originally imprisoned for marrying a member of Elizabeth’s Court without her permission, Raleigh resided comfortably there with his wife, two sons and three servants between quests to find Dorado, the City of Gold, rumored to exist in the New World.

Notably, it was Elizabeth I who restored the authority of the Pope and Rome's influence in England, reversing the act of her father, Henry VIII, who consolidated Church and State under his rule in order to facilitate the granting of his divorce from Katherine of Aragon. The daughter of Anne Boleyn, Henry VIII's second wife, it is ironic that the Pope would later declare Elizabeth as illegitimate off-spring and encourage her subjects not to follow her.  It is further ironic, that Henry VIII’s most effective prodigy as Monarch would turn out to be his youngest daughter. Did I mention he had her mother beheaded such that he could move onto wife number 3 of 6?

Visitor entrance to Windsor Castle
Queen Mary II (of William and Mary fame) is most visible in the Baroque architectural style adopted for the expansion of Hampton Court Palace and similarly applied at Windsor Castle. It stands in stark contrast to the Tudor architecture of Henry VIII and the medieval kings that preceded him.

The ghost of Queen Victoria is visible around many sites; her finger prints mainly in what her taste, style, and strict moral virtue came to define as the Victorian Age. Ascending to the throne at age 18, her reign was the first to see a 60th Jubilee. Her 9 children and many of her grand children married into royal families across the continent garnering her the knickname "the Grand Mother of Europe" and cementing the role and influence of the modern day Monarchy.

The ghost of the later Queen Mary (known as Mary of Teck from German descent and married to Victoria's Grandson George V) is most visible in the form of a doll house constructed in honor of her Birthday. On display in the Apartments of Windsor Castle, 150 different artists contributed to the work. It is a 1:12 scale model with nearly a hundred rooms that are fully functional, in that they have electric lighting, running hot and cold water, working lifts, a wine cellar, replicas of famous oil paintings, furniture, the works.

Queen Elizabeth II, circa 1953
The reigning Queen Elizabeth II, her 60th Anniversary Jubilee occurring the week before our arrival, is truly everywhere. Physically she resides at Buckingham Palace with weekends spent at Windsor Castle. Her jewels, The Crown Jewels, sit at the Tower of London. Her image is on the Pound, in shop windows, souvenirs, newspapers, and all over television. A gallery of sixty images taken over sixty years sits in Windsor Castle near the Queen’s Ballroom. She is featured variously with John F and Jacqueline Kennedy, Diana, Ronald Reagan, Margaret Thatcher, soldiers and leaders from around the globe, and even Lady Gaga. Pictures of her with infant son Prince Charles and later her infant Grand Children compliment those of that family grown, married, and ready to succeed her.

Queen Elizabeth, 2012
Laura marvels at the wear and tear we see on American presidents after four to eight years in office. The before and after pictures are dramatic of the effect the stresses and schedules of that office have on a person.

“How does a person handle that with such grace over a period of sixty years and look so remarkable at 86 years old?” Laura marvels. Albeit more focused on humanitarian efforts and matters of national pride, than military conquests, the Queen’s tenure and impact is nevertheless remarkable. Who else around the globe has met with both JFK and Lady Gaga?

“We call the US a melting pot,” Laura comments at Lunch as tables around us yammer on in multiple different languages, “but it is nothing compared to London.”

She is right. Whether the result of colonial roots, conquest, occupation, immigration, or its own colonization efforts, the influence of two millennia of ghosts is evident in the multiple cultures and languages always around you. There isn’t a street we have walked where English is the only language in your ears. Londinium is the most international of cities we have visited. Laura nailed it.

It is only fitting this Summer London will become the only City to host the Olympic Games three times (1908, 1948, and 2012). Modern day Persians, Greeks, Italians, French, Germans, members of former colonies, they will all be back; fortunately with athletes, not soldiers.

P.S. Special thanks to Jimmy Wales and the Wikipedia community who helped me understand what we were looking at half the time! Stone inscriptions tend to be rather brief. It would be great to see Wikitags on all the points of interest that you could grab from your mobile phone.; talk about the ultimate waking tour guide.

Ghost Chasing by Boat