Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Rogue River Hike - June 2012

Our entire packs for four
days on the trail
What started out as an innocent inquiry between friends, turned into a forty mile hike, over four days, along the Rogue River Trail. Although John initially agreed to go, he soon was tagged: Mr. Reluctant. We physically prepared by walking eight miles a day--day after day--week after week, around our town. (Well, actually, we walked eight miles a day for one week immediately preceding this adventure.) We were ready.
Morrison's Rogue River Lodge 
Adirondacks at Morrison's Rogue River Lodge
Our crazy group


John had me believing we would not make it back in one piece, that we'd become bear bait, that we'd die on the trail. Hours before we started, I wondered, what did I get us into?

Packs contained only what could be carried on our backs. Clothing was minimal--an evening outfit and after the first nine hours--a stinky daytime one. Lots of water. Minimal toiletries.


In reality, we'd be living it up because at the end of each hiking day, we planned to spend the night in a different rustic lodge along our route. The lodge personnel cooked dinner, breakfast, and packed everyone a hearty lunch in the morning.

The day before the big hike began, our group of ten headed south on I-5. First stop: Morrison's Rogue River Lodge, in Merlin, Oregon. We stayed there for two reasons: vehicles could be parked for the duration of our hike and staff promised transportation to the trailhead. Morrison's location is right on the river and has abundant outdoor seating, birdhouses with lots of birds, and a setting so pretty I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I have to admit, when the big, white van dropped us in the parking lot and drove away, my heart beat a little faster. Was John right? I worried. Was this it? But within the first uphill mile, I knew we'd be fine.

First moments on the trail

Me...the Rogue in the background


Walking the path along the Rogue
Everyone started out at the same pace, but soon friends broke off into clusters, hiking at the pace that worked best for them. One member of our group provided us with walkie-talkies so we could check in with each other every hour. For some reason, my trail name became: Pole Dancer.

Sign to first lodge
The first day, we hiked about ten miles.

It was close to ninety degrees and although I froze the water I intended to drink (I like my aqua ice cold) it didn't melt as quickly as I thought it would.











The trail
wove up and down, up and down,
along steep drop-offs, with impressive river views. When we came upon the sign for Black Bar Lodge,  we figured it was all down hill from there. And it was.  On a steep, rocky, goat-like trail. Black Bar was located on the other side of the river, but the acoustics in the area were amazing. Adam heard us coming and started rowing across the river to pick members of our group up and row them to the other side of the river where a lodge made from logs nestled into a grove of thick fir. Only two or three persons could go at a time. So Adam rowed back and forth until our entire group stood on the south shore of the river.
View of the river in front of Black Bar Lodge

Adam rowed us across the river to get to
Black Bar Lodge

Black Bar Lodge
Scenery at Black Bar Lodge
Our private cabin at Black Bar



























Black Bar staff welcomed us with gallons of ice tea, lemonade, and fresh-baked oatmeal cookies.

About ten cabins nestle near the tree line providing a private setting for each couple. The interiors were sparse, the beds lumpy, the shower water: good and hot. We were so exhausted, the accommodations felt like a luxury suite at the Hilton.

Interior of Black Bar Lodge
where we dined and socialized

The scenery along the river changed

Rogue River rafters going over the rapids





Inside the main lodge, dinner--fried chicken, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, fresh green beans--was served family-style. All meals were included in the price of the lodging.

We relaxed on the front lawn in front of the lodge and watched a deer graze--unconcerned-- within a few feet of us.

The generator stopped at 10:00 p.m. sharp--only light after that, flashlights carried in our day packs. But light was not a problem. Everyone was tired; we all headed for bed.









The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, Adam rowed everyone over to the north side of the river (in small groups), and we hiked up the steep, rocky goat-like trail, and headed west. Terrains varied during this 14.8 mile day: meadows, river views, and lush forests with leafy ferns. The path crossed over many wooden bridges (snow melt gurgled underneath) before we reached our second lodge: Marial Lodge.

For some reason, the (almost) 15 mile day didn't seem as long as the first day (only 10 miles). Maybe we were adjusting to the trail, maybe we had a better water supply, maybe any apprehension we'd felt had faded. We probably wouldn't ever do this hike again, so I treasured every step, every view.
One of the twenty or so bridges
along the forty mile hike




The owner of Marial Lodge directed us to our private rooms that resembled Motel 6 accommodations. Clean, simple decorations, tidy bathrooms. Marial had a honor bar (pay for drinks from the fridge as you go). Beer and soda were fully stocked and taken advantage of by every thirsty hiker. I guzzled a cold beer, then switched to my favorite beverage: diet cola. Dinner was served family style again--all homemade and hearty portions.

The lodges cater to both hikers and rafters. Normally, the lodges would be completely full and we'd share the place with rafting outfitters and their patrons. But our group lucked out, we were the only people at every single lodge so we had extra special treatment (except at Clay Hill Lodge--which I will discuss later).


Hummingbirds at the Marial Lodge--on their deck

Waterfalls on the on the
south side of the river

Another lodge along the Rogue River
Day three was one of our shortest hikes, about eight miles. Mid morning, we came upon Paradise Lodge and enjoyed a cold beverage on the deck overlooking the Rogue. The staff here was friendly and allowed us to use the facilities. We rested in the sunshine for close to an hour--the place so enjoyable we didn't want to leave. I'd love to return here and stay for a night or two.
Sign on the tree at Paradise Lodge

Meadow near Paradise Lodge
   






The scenery and views surrounding Paradise were peaceful; the beauty indescribable--it took your breath away.
















Cows chewed cud in a field, thick forests protected the property, wild flowers rustled in a soft breeze.


Cows in meadow near Paradise Lodge

Clay Hill Lodge signage
King snake that surprised
me on the path











We arrived at Clay Hill Lodge in early afternoon. The owner wasn't ready for us. I'm not including a link for this lodge because I wouldn't recommend it. For several reasons. I realize our group arrived a head of schedule, but we were content to sit on the deck, drink, chat, and enjoy the river views.

However, this owner acted stressed out at our early arrival, his words short, cutting off our questions. Some questions were ignored. I asked if there were any reading material or games at the lodge. He curtly answered,  "No." Later, I happened upon a bookcase in the hikers area with plenty of loaner books.

But we stayed out of his way for the two hours until the official check-in time. When it was time to be assigned rooms, he lead two couples to an area where they'd have to share a bath. Our reservations were for rooms with private baths. The only occupants of this place were the members of our group. There were unused rooms, with unused private baths. Three couples asked about relocating but the owner was adamant, "Can't be done." The food (compared to the other two lodges) was disappointing.

This was the only lodge where we had a black bear sighting. The sun was setting when I suddenly noticed movement in the bushes on the hillside. Out ran a small bear, heading for the river. He disappeared into shrubery. Thirty minutes later, he hightailed it from the brush, bounded up the hill, and disappeared into the forest. That was the extent of our bear sighting. I was giddy.

Once home, we reviewed our reservation documents and found that we had been mis-assigned rooms. We'd paid for ones with private baths. One hiker wrote about this and the mediocre meal (for the price paid at this lodge compared to the other ones on the Rogue). No response. Therefore, we would never return to this lodge in the future. We initially picked it because it had been featured on a national TV show. But it certainly did not meet our expectations.

View of the river from Clay Hill balcony

Linda and John on the last section of trail

Last days trail: lush
Sunshine heated the trail the first three days. The last day we woke to gray skies, and hoped the rain would hold off until we'd finished all forty miles. But that was not to be. An hour into the morning, sprinkles brushed our cheeks. A steady downpour soon drenched our clothes. Water ran down my pant legs, into my shoes. Every step made a squishy sound. The Rogue River trail had poison oak throughout, (lots of warnings on-line about this). On the last day, foliage heavy with rain, draped across the trail. We wore the zip-on pant legs (the kind that turn shorts into long pants) on this day to prevent the irritating oil from getting on our skin. If anyone experienced an outbreak, it was minor. Several hikers carried poison ivy wash--just in case. The rain did not dampen our opinion of this adventure. John turned out to be the most vocal about his experience. 

"Great experience!" he said. "A real feeling of accomplishment." 

Sunday, January 6, 2013

San Pancho, Mexico - October 2012

Casa Pacifica courtyard and dipping pool
A group of friends stayed at Casa Pacifica in 2009 for one week. At the end of our stay, we couldn't wait to return. We've talked with so many people about this being one of A our most memorable vacations EVER! We finally returned in October 2012 and stayed for two weeks--still not long enough. First of all, the villa was fully remodeled and the changes were fresh and clean. The home was great the first time--even better this time. One of the best things about this property are the private guest rooms--no bedroom wall touches another room and each has it's own bathroom. Another is that is this villa is right on the beach. You walk into the entry, through the house, into a lovely courtyard (where we spent hours reading, playing cribbage, and relaxing), past the dipping pool, onto the sand, and into the water. Spectacular place to watch amazing sunsets!
Our upstairs master with king-size bed and en suite
private bath
This donkey greeted us the first night by hanging his
head over the courtyard railing and braying. We later
learned she escaped from the local hotel.


view from Casa Pacifica's courtyard
















There are no washer/dryers on site for renters use, so we dropped of our laundry in town in the morning. By early afternoon it was washed, folded, and bagged--all for a very reasonable price.








Sunset from Casa Pacifica's courtyard

















one of the downtown roads in
San Pancho








My husband and I generally walk into town every morning--about one and a half miles by beach or road. We like to hang out and enjoy the restaurants, the people, the town's charm. Often, we walk back to town again in the evening. During one sunset stroll on the beach, we came upon a group releasing hundreds of sea turtles into the ocean. Passersby were encouraged to pick one up, name it, then watch it scuttle toward the ocean. A powerful experience. We later learned San Pancho Turtles-a non-profit organization--rescues eggs after they are laid, puts them in incubators until they hatch, then release these amazing tiny creatures every evening during the hatching season (July-Dec). On our final night, I watched a mama lay 115 eggs in the sand, cover the nest, disguise it, and head back into the sea. I could write forever about this, but it's better if you experience it yourself.
turtles hatching
hatched turtles waiting to be released
baby turtles heading toward the ocean
holding a baby



Check out this video of the turtles moving toward the Pacific.
Horses walking through town

It is not uncommon to be walking into town and see horses being led down cobblestone roads or a pick-up filled with fresh fruits being sold by a local. 
fruit delivered in back of truck
artwork in San Pancho
lounge chairs in front of one of the
beach restaurants
Linda and John at a restaurant on the La Playa
beach restaurant
fresh salsa on the beach
advertisement painted on the side of a San Pancho building
entrance to the town's golf course
vibrant flowers everywhere





































































The first time we visited San Pancho in 2007, we stayed only one week and never left the little village. Since our stay this time would be for two weeks, we felt we could spend a day exploring San Blas with Manny* (Jose Manuel Venegas). On the way to San Blas (about a two and a half hour drive from the villa), we stopped at the jungle boat ride at LaTovara Wildlife Refuge and boarded a boat that motored through miles of mangroves. Birds, crocodiles, and other wildlife were around every turn. At the end of the mangrove, we stopped for drinks at a restaurant hidden in the trees, then re-boarded our boat and returned back to the dock. After the wildlife refuge, we headed to Restaurant Alicia in San Blas--right on the beach. Everyone chose seafood. My prawns were fresh and huge. Lunch took a long time to be served--close to two hours--longer than our group would have liked. But then again, it's Mexico. What's the hurry? After lunch, we drove through San Blas, stopped and took photos in the plaza of the church, then ended up at the ruins on the hill overlooking the town.
San Blas town square
view from the jungle boat ride through LaTovara Wildlife
Refuge

crocodile at the LaTovara Wildlife Refuge

birds (baby to right) at wildlife refuge

motoring through the mangroves at the wildlife refuge
Ruins above San Blas

door in Bucerias
Another day, our group took a taxi into Bucerias--a much larger town than San Pancho. There are many places to stay, eat, and shop. We spent the morning looking at local artwork, then headed toward the beach to dine at The Fat Boy Seafood Restaurant. Food here was excellent and we wish we would have had time to return to Bucerias one more time before the end of our trip.
lunch at Fat Boy on the beach at Bucerias
fresh fish at The Fat Boy Seafood Restaurant
Bucerias artwork
banana tree in Sayulita
Sayulita beach
more art in San Pancho
dinner at the La Patrona Polo Club in San Pancho


sunset from the Costa Azul Hotel

Final sunset in San Pancho

We enjoyed many exceptional meals on this trip and drank many tasty adult beverages (my favorite was the mango daiquiri at La Ola Rica's main restaurant and their second establishment that just opened on the beach). We had the best shrimp tacos I've ever eaten at Baja Takeria. My husband fell in love with their food--we went back four times! On our last Saturday in town, we went to the La Patrona Polo Club to watch a match and eat dinner. I'm not a huge sports fan, but it was an experience that I can now cross off my list. Tripadvisor reviews of this place are good. Yet my experience was mixed. On Friday night, we were invited for complimentary cocktails and appetizers to introduce tourists to the club. Great service. Great food. Marginal drinks. When we returned the following night I was disappointed with the food, drink, and service. We did receive a front row seat (as promised when we made the reservations) but the food varied in quality, and although our server assured us it would not be a problem to receive separate checks, the final bill came as one. The setting is pretty and roaming musicians entertain the guests. I'm not sorry I went La Patrona, but I doubt if I'd go back when we return in the future.

One morning/early afternoon we took a taxi to Sayulita-the little community closest to San Pancho. It is known for surfing and boating. Swimming might be a bit easier from this beach--although no one in our group tried. Sayulita is much more touristy than San Pancho. It's a fun place to see/visit, but we like San Pancho better.

One of the best parts of staying in Casa Pacifica are the gorgeous sunsets. Every night the sunsets captured our hearts. We felt completely safe at this villa and traveling throughout this area of Mexico. This town depends on tourists. I hope you go. Go and fall in love with this villa and this town.



*Manny also does roundtrip transfers from the airport to the villa. He took two people in our group on a day trip to Puerto Vallarta. Manny was a wonderful find (and he speaks very good English) and we'd definitely use him again. What a treat to meet him!