The most complicated part of travel arrangements

Empty cafe table and chairs

Empty cafe table and chairs

Can you relate to this?

Meeting up with a friend who lives near you:

1. Contact

2. Schedule a time and place.

3. Meet.

Meeting up with a friend when traveling:

1. Contact.

2. All hell breaks loose.

Okay. Maybe all hell doesn’t break loose.

But arranging to see people is 5-10 times harder when one of you will be coming in from out of town.

Yes, that is a made up number for something there’s no tangible way to measure.

The point is that, despite the fact that you have tons of options for contacting people near or far instantly and for free, the communication somehow breaks down beyond your metro area.

Birds flying from telephone wire.

Before her trip to Phoenix, my friend Janell mentioned it was challenging making plans to see her friends here. I was surprised at first, but then I realized I’ve run into the same problems when I’m getting ready to travel. (Janell did get it worked out.) (But it was 5-10 times harder. Probably.)

Phillip and I are going to visit family and friends in Colorado next month. We haven’t set the details our agenda yet, so that makes me really want to get this figured out before things get wacky.

Is it harder to schedule because you are less familiar with your out-of-town friends’ schedules? Sometimes it’s hard to even predict your own schedule when you’re traveling. Do we put too much pressure on everything being perfect when we’re meeting up with someone we don’t get to see regularly? Does it just feel like more work to contact someone who’s far away (even though it’s really not)?

What do you think it is? Have you figured out a way to make this a little easier?

Looks like I’m going to Chicago!

Chicago mug with cityscape.

I had totally talked myself out of going to Chicago for BlogHer.

Going to a national blogging conference seemed like a big commitment for a blog that (at the time) hadn’t officially launched yet. I had planned on reconsidering next year.

Chicago mug with cityscape.

But, last week Tuesday, my friend Mona tweeted that she had an extra discounted conference ticket, and it got me taking another look at the conference website. The agenda was a great fit with the goals and dreams I had for my now 8-posts-old blog. Maybe it’d be better to figure this stuff out now, at the beginning, and start off on the right foot.

I decided to say yes.

Yes bracelet.
by lizasperling. CCL.

Mona took care of the ticket transfer. I booked my flight and hotel, and then started figuring out what to pack and whether I’d have time to see anything in Chicago besides the conference center.

So the next couple weeks there will be some Chicago stuff and some conference stuff mixed in with what I already had planned. I had also been thinking of experimenting with the format – going with shorter/more frequent posts instead of weekly mega posts. I think this is a great time to try that out.

Let’s see how this all goes!

Introducing camping

Leaving for camping at Lakeside!

As you may recall from my last post, Phillip and I decided with 5 days’ notice to take 2 friends from China on their first (and possibly only) camping trip ever. No pressure or anything.

Leaving for camping at Lakeside!

Fortunately, our friends Zhipei and Jingjing are flexible and have a great attitude about trying new things. So when something didn’t go quite right (from my perspective), they just rolled with it. It was all a new adventure to them.

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A week ago Saturday, we picked them up, and Phillip managed to pack their things into our already-full Prius. We headed toward Show Low. We opted for the less-traveled Globe route instead of driving through the (relatively) cool pines of Payson, since we were concerned about weekend traffic, with all us Phoenicians escaping the scorching desert like rats deserting a sinking ship.

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On the drive there, we told them about road trip traditions, like playing the alphabet game and holding your breath in tunnels (we even tried this out in the Queen Creek Tunnel), pointed out places we’d visited before, and wound through the Salt River Canyon – which is huge and stark and beautiful.

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We made it to Show Low, then the small town of Pinetop-Lakeside. (I had to figure out what the hyphenated name was about. According to the town’s website, the communities of Pinetop and Lakeside were joined together in 1984. Obviously, that was before DOMA.)

The directions from the reservation site didn’t include how far to drive down State Route 260, but we still managed to find the campground just across the street from the Ranger Station, as promised.

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Lakeside Campground (Pinetop-Lakeside, AZ)

A few details about the campground, in case you’re thinking of visiting…

Location: Lakeside Campground is right off Highway 260 in Pinetop-Lakeside, just across from Rainbow Lake. From our campsite, you could stand in one spot and see the lake – and turn around and see the highway. Convenient to get to but doesn’t quite feel like you’re getting away from it all.

Campsites include a picnic table and fire pit but no water pump. We only saw one in the campground, so bring plenty of water or be prepared to trek across the campground when you need more. The sites are fairly large with lots of pine trees.

Restroom situation: Small outhouses with vault toilets are scattered throughout the campground. There are no sinks or showers.

To do: Rainbow Lake has fishing and a boat ramp but not much space to just hang around. The Rim Trail (also see below) was just north of the campground and the Panorama Trail is just south of it.

More information and reservations

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Path to Rainbow Lake

We found the campsite we’d reserved, hopped out, and started scoping out the best spots for our tents.

The first tent we set up was the one my parents had lent Zhipei and Jingjing. I guess we wanted them to know we weren’t going to be leaving them out in the cold. But we really probably should have started with our tent, since Phillip and I can get that set up pretty quickly. My parents’ tent, however, was one we’d never set up before, and our friends had never set up any tent before. Plus, my dad has his own system of extra ropes, bungees, and tarps that go along with the tent. I’m sure it’s all very useful, but it didn’t come with instructions. I’m sure it was amusing to watch us figure out the setup.

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Setting up camp at Lakeside

Setting up camp at Lakeside

After that, setting up our little tent was a snap!

Setting up camp at Lakeside

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Once the tents were up, I helped Jingjing get sleeping bags, pads and everything set up inside their tent. It was going to be her first time in a sleeping bag!

Rainbow Lake, AZ

Before dinner, we walked over to the lake, which was just down the hill from the campground. A sign pointed out the area that was the “only dedicated public access point” for Rainbow Lake, which included a floating dock, boat ramp, and maybe a total of 100 feet (or so) of shoreline. (I think the rest of the lake is surrounded by private property – homes, vacation rentals, etc.). I had pictured us hanging out and relaxing by the lake, but the small area wasn’t so relaxing. It probably would have been a nice place to ease a canoe into the water and paddle away from the hubbub on shore.

Rainbow Lake, AZ

 

Rainbow Lake, AZ

Once we had checked out the ducks that were flocking to little kids feeding them Purina Duck Chow (or something like that), walked down the floating dock, watched some very happy dogs plunge into the water and then out again, we headed back through the campground to our site.

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Beef stew on camp stove

Phillip got the camp stove set up, and we heated up the beef stew Jingjing and I had made earlier in the week. After dinner, the guys filled a couple of large bowls with water, and we did the dishes.

And then it was time for one of the most important camping traditions – s’mores!

Toasting marshmallows

Because of the dry conditions and high fire danger, we couldn’t have a campfire (which is sad), so we toasted marshmallows over the stove with forks. Bringing our usual 18″ skewers had seemed like overkill.  In hindsight, something with a little larger handle than a fork would have been good.

At one point, Phillip was deep into an explanation of something and didn’t notice his marshmallow was engulfed in flames.

Me: “Um, Phillip…”

Phillip: (Continues talking.)

Me: “Phillip! You’re on fire!”

Phillip: “I know. Anyway…”

Me: “PHILLIP!”

Phillip: “OH!” (Waves marshmallow around to put out fire. Fortunately, does not start a forest fire or burn his hand off.)

Me: (Wishing I’d photographed that moment.)

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It was the night before the supermoon, so we almost didn’t need flashlights. It cast as much light as street light shining down through the trees. We could still see some stars and got our star chart apps to identify constellations we didn’t recognize.

We played cards by latern light and taught our friends how to play Spoons. By the time we called it a night, they were experts.

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The next morning we heated up some water for tea. Our friends were still full from the night before, so I snacked on mountain bread, and we decided to break camp before breakfast. (I almost always wake up starving, regardless of what I eat the night before. Jingjing says it means my digestion is good. And I thought it was just inconvenient.)

I was grateful for Jingjing’s help with breakfast. We made pancakes, eggs, bacon and started on hashbrowns when we ran out of gas in our little propane tank. It’s okay. There was still plenty of food, especially since Zhipei was still saying he wasn’t that hungry.

Rim Trail sign

Since we were already packed up, we decided not to stick around camp. I asked the camp host (who had been super nice and laid back the whole time) for some hiking recommendations. She directed us to the Rim Trail, just a mile or two down the road, on the way back to town.

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The Rim Trail (Pinetop-Lakeside, AZ)

The Rim Trail is a 1-mile loop. The first half is paved and barrier free, and that’s where the breathtaking view from the top of the Mogollon Rim is. After that, the trail winds through the forest. No sweeping vista, just a nice little hike with signs along the way with nature and historical facts about the area.

Hiking the Rim Trail

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By the time we had finished our hike, we were all ready to start heading home. I was just a little pink from the sun, and we were all tired out. We stopped at Los Hermanos in Superior for a late lunch and then made the descent back into the Valley.

The thing about “roughing it” is it always makes you glad to be back home.

 

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I’m trying something new with the format. What do you think of having the more informational stuff about the campground and the trail in the gray boxes? Do you feel this is helpful or too distracting from the story of the post?

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Photos that include me were taken by Phillip, except for the final one of us at the rim, which I think Zhipei took.

Because there’s no camping in China

Camping gear
no camping sign
By Leo Reynolds. CCL.

Camping in China is not a thing. At least, that’s what I heard from my friend Jingjing when she was explaining why she and her husband, Zhipei, felt their only chance to ever go would be while they’re here in the U.S., before he finishes his degree and they return to their home country.

While camping is not uniquely American, it is cultural. And, according to our friends, there’s not camping culture in China. It’s just not something people do. There aren’t campgrounds. Kids at sleepovers aren’t sprawled out across the living room floor in sleeping bags. Because why would you even own something like that when no one in your culture is going camping?

Pine trees in Pinetop-Lakeside, AZ

So Phillip and I started talking to Zhipei and Jingjing about going camping with us. We talked about some possible dates, and then there was a miscommunication about when we would go. As we were sorting it out, we realized the upcoming weekend was the only time during the summer our schedules would line up.

Last week Monday*, we decided to go for it. We’d leave Saturday morning, just 5 days away. We kicked it into high gear to get ready in time, borrowing an additional tent, sleeping bags, etc. from my parents, planning food, and finding and reserving a campsite online. (Our default “easy camping” sites that we usually recommend to camping newbies aren’t high enough altitude/cool enough for this time of year. And we didn’t want to leave too much to chance for what could be our friends’ one shot at camping.)

Camping gear

Fortunately, I did have some help.

My friend Michelle brought us celery for our beef stew. My brother and his wife brought over the camping gear Dad had dug out of the basement for us. (They also told me their move to Seattle would be sooner than expected. Turns out that getting ready for camping in 5 days is nothing compared to preparing for a cross country move in a week.) (That’s not super relevant to this post, but it just might come up again. Plus, they leave tomorrow, and that’s just a really big deal.)

Mountain bread

Jingjing picked up groceries and came over to help with food prep. We measured out Mom’s homemade pancake mix, washed fruit and veggies, made the stew, and baked mountain bread (basically this recipe, but my version originally came from my Grandma Betty. She clipped it from a magazine article in the 70s for Dad to make for his backpacking trips. My mom still has the original clipping and copied it out onto a recipe card for me.)

There was still a lot to do. But, at least I knew we’d have plenty to eat.

Mountain bread recipe

 

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I started this post before we left. Now, as I finish it up, we are back home. (Spoiler alert: We survived.) Once I collect my thoughts and finish unpacking, I’ll tell you all about the trip itself. [Update: You can read about the camping trip here.]

*Funny thing: On 6/17/12, I wrote some thoughts about getting ready to go on our Epic California Road Trip that turned out to be oddly prophetic. Early this June, I got the post all ready and scheduled to publish here one year later (on 6/17/13). I didn’t know yet when our camping trip would be, so I didn’t know that when that post went up, I would once again be a few days away from leaving. My day looked surprisingly like the one exactly a year before –  running clothes we might want to pack through the laundry, staging camping gear, making trips to Target and the grocery store, and getting excited to leave . Maybe I should make an annual tradition of being about to go somewhere on June 17.

Anticipation

Last year I wrote or started several posts for my planned craft blog before deciding to go another direction. I’ll be posting some of them here now and then. This is one I drafted a year ago today, while we were getting ready for our Epic California Road Trip.

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I knew our trip was coming up, but now I can feel it. Just like I didn’t really feel like it was monsoon season (despite the fact they announced today as the official start date), until I saw the dust rising above the horizon on the way home today.

I walked in and realized the house is in that special state of chaos that feels like we’re really about to leave. Things are staged in little piles all over – camping gear on the bed, snacks in a grocery sack on the kitchen counter.

The whole place is humming with projects. We’ve dumped out a basket of random odds and ends, trying to figure out what did (what we ever do) with our spare house keys. We are cooking for several meals on the road and doing that last bit of laundry. And shopping. I don’t really want to talk about how many trips to Target I’ve made this week. Actually, I’m not sure I even know.

The chaos would get to me – if it lasted. But it won’t. We’re leaving in just a few days. And I’m savoring the anticipation.