5 Things I Can’t Travel Without

December 11, 2018December 11, 2018marketwriteboulderLeave a comment

I love to travel and make time to squeeze in my fair share of adventures.

No matter where I go or what I do, however, there’s a few things I wouldn’t dream of leaving behind. Over the years, I’ve curated my list of tried and true travel accessories; things I simply can’t travel without. Here are my top five travel must-haves. Read on, and then take a minute to share a few of your travel essentials.

If you’re in the market for a special gift for the travel lover in your life, maybe one of these items will resonate with you.

Travel Scrabble: It’s the perfect pastime for long train rides, late airplanes, and rainy afternoons. It’s also a great way to make friends, as a surprising number of people are familiar with Scrabble and even more surprising how many people are happy to sit down and play a game– regardless what language is their first language. Watch out for Germans…and Irish…I’ve been clobbered by both.

Packing Cubes: I tend to travel with a backpack because I like to keep my hands free, but there’s nothing more frustrating than rummaging through my pack for my comb, or a pair of clean socks, or a t-shirt. No matter what I’m searching for, it seams that it’s always at the bottom. With packing cubes, however, I find it easy to stay organized. It’s almost like cheating. I pull out a cube and what I am looking for is instantly at my fingertips.

Sarong: This practical rectangle of cloth has endless potential. Use it as a blanket to sit on when picnicking, a pillow, a towel after a quick swim or shower, a wrap when you need a break from the sun, or even a modesty curtain when you need to do a “deck change.” Pick a sarong that is lightweight so it’ll dry fast and won’t add extra weight to your pack.

Collapsible Water Bottles: Be part of the solution, not the problem. With a collapsible water bottle, you can say so long to single use plastic water bottles which is good for the environment. The best thing about collapsible bottles is that when they’re empty you can stow them in your purse, pack or pocket and they take up virtually no space.

Cell Phone Charger: Actually, I usually travel with two cell phone chargers because without my GPS, camera, stereo, alarm clock,…phone…I am lost. Literally. Keep them charged and you’ll always make it home, with plenty of pictures to remember your good times.

Now you’ve got my top five travel essentials. What are yours? We’d love it if you could share a few of the items you can’t leave home without.

Hot Springs and Hikes

October 4, 2018October 5, 2018marketwriteboulderLeave a comment

A mother/daughter adventure in beautiful Burgdorf, Idaho

Screen Shot 2018-10-04 at 4.50.26 PM Next time you find yourself near McCall, Idaho, skip though town and head north on Warren Wagon Road. You’ll pass the Pueblo Lindo Mexican restaurant (worth a stop if you’re hungry), skirt Payette Lake and Upper Payette Lake, and 28 very slow miles later, you’ll find yourself in Burgdorf – the little town that time forgot.

I was enchanted with Burgdorf the moment I saw the sign – Burgdorf – spelled out in greying aspen trunks and branches, nailed carefully to the side of a weather-beaten barn. This looks like my kind of place, I thought.

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pickup The ambiance of Burgdorf, from the rusted red pickup abandoned in the field to the dilapidated dance hall with the drooping front porch, to the smattering of old cabins and outhouses, felt so authentic. Even the weary hot springs pool looked inviting.

There are 16 no-frills cabins in Burgdorf, and most are tiny. All have wood burning stoves and outhouses. None have running water or kitchens.

20180809_192321_HDR We stayed in a cabin called DeRail. It had a double bed, a wood burning stove, a wooden table and chairs and a counter. The front porch, up a few creaky steps, had two chairs and a wobbly table. We had a private outhouse out back, a few steps up the hill. It was perfect.

The hot springs pool was rough around the edges like the rest of the place, which gave it character. The best thing it had going for it was that it was open all night long to overnight guests. A midnight soak was definitely in order.

With its rustic appeal, Burgdorf was charming, and the surrounding area was fascinating, too. In our typical style, we packed as much as we could into our two-day stay.

quartz We hiked from our cozy cabin to the Crystal Mountain trailhead, then climbed the quartz-topped mountain which is said to have the largest deposit of quartz crystals in the state. I’m not sure if that’s actually true, however, we had a great hike and left with some beautiful chunks of quartz.

We also hiked to Loon Lake, a 10-mile adventure along the Secesh River. We were hoping to make it to the crash site of the “Dragon Bomber,” a B-23 that went down in the hills above Loon Lake on January 29, 1943 with eight men aboard, but we ended up turning back at the lake. No worries. We’re glad to have an excuse to return. Side note: All the men survived. Read more.

20180810_070228_HDR We made it to nearby Warren, too, the “secret” town we’d heard about located a dozen or so miles up the dirt road past Burgdorf. Folks from McCall who want to get away from the crowds go to Warren, we were told. There were no crowds there, just an old graveyard up on the hill and a restaurant called the Baum Shelter, where we bought a few orders of garlic fries and took them back to the staff at Burgdorf.

To cool off after our dusty adventure, we grabbed our books and returned to the Secesh River, where we plopped down on rocks and splashed our feet in the icy water.

While we had a lot of fun in Burgdorf, my favorite memory is of our middle-of-the-night soak. We set the alarm for 1:30 AM and vowed that when it buzzed, we would force ourselves to get out of bed and walk down to the pool. The alarm sounded and with little debate, we were up, out the door, and into the silent night. Well, almost silent night. As we made our way down the hill, we passed a guest walking up the hill back to his cabin. It was creepy running into someone in the quiet darkness. It was also creepy sitting in the pool and stargazing. It was so eerily quiet, in fact, that we didn’t last too long out there in the darkness!

We squeezed a lot of good times into our short stay in Burgdorf, and we also made some great memories. Who knew that in the tiny town of Burgdorf, in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho, we could have so much fun.

Hut-to-Hut Hiking in Vanoise National Park

August 28, 2018August 29, 2018marketwriteboulderLeave a comment

It didn’t take long to settle into Champagny-en-Vanoise, a tiny town far from popular French destinations like Paris and Nice. Our home base was a cozy condo, high in the Alps, with close proximity to the local coffee shop, pizzeria, bar, market, bakery. And, it had stunning 360 degree views from the deck.

As much as we loved our condo and our location, we were ready to fill our packs and head out on a three-day hike through the Alps.

We thought we had the logistics completely dialed in. Since the trailhead was several miles from town, we planned to hike down to the coffee shop (always a great place to start an adventure)) and ask Clementine, our favorite barista, to call the village’s only taxi for a ride to the trailhead. That was Plan A, and it failed instantly. The taxi was busy until noon; too late to start our hike.

We quickly switched to Plan B, which was simple, just less efficient. We’d get the car and drive to the trailhead, then taxi back to our car in a few days. Simple. Dan walked to the house to get the car, and in the fifteen minutes it took him to return, an unexpected Plan C was well underway.

Clementine had asked Louie, one of the summer regulars, to drive us to the trailhead, and he accepted with a giant grin. Since the entire conversation transpired in French, we were unaware of the arrangement until Clementine proudly announced she’d found us a ride.

So, Dan took the car back to the house, we piled into Louie’s ride, and set off for the Le Laisonnay trailhead, where Louie pointed us in the right direction and waved goodbye.

Day One

Le Lasonnay to Refuge Col du Palet

Screen Shot 2018-08-28 at 4.23.05 PM We started our adventure with an easy 7-mile hike to Refuge Col du Palet, which, at 2,587 meters, is one of the highest huts in the Vanoise National Park. The trail wandered past Refuge Les Gliere, then climbed up and over the Col du Palet through lush fields bursting with wildflowers and stunning peak views.

The rustic hut was perfectly placed in a meadow overlooking a lake and shadowed by towering peaks. We shared our dinner table with Vic And Sandra, a couple from Britain on a 12-day trek along the Grande Randonnee 5 route (GR5 route), and our bedroom with a dozen strangers (which was fortunate since the room was set up to accommodate 32 hikers, 16 in lower beds and 16 in the bunks above). We were happy we were assigned lower beds, and even happier that not one of our roommates snored.

Sunset in Vanoise — Sunset from the Refuge Col du Palet

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Day 2

Col du Palet to Refuge de La Leisse

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The day’s 10-mile trek started with an uninspiring walk to and through Tignes, a new ski village comprised of high rise condos, and morphed into a spectacular stroll in the shadow of Mont Blanc. We zipped over rolling hills and through meadows of lush wildflowers, and then we hit the snow zone.

Col de la Leisse, at just over 9,000 feet, was the day’s highpoint, and the remnants of the snowy winter were apparent as we gained altitude. We slipped and slid as we crossed snowfields, but the slower pace gave us a chance to admire the glaciers hanging onto the peaks surrounding the valley.

We made it to the Refuge de la Leisse in early afternoon with plenty of time to shower and drink a beer before dinner. Vic and Sandra, our friends from the Refuge Col Du Palet beat us there, so we swapped stories before dinner. And we also met twin sisters Sanna and Lina from Sweden who were training for upcoming high-altitude running races.

We shared a room with six strangers, and sadly, it was a much noisier night, with a symphony of snores and coughs which kept us up into the wee hours.

hiking Vanoise — Yes! That’s Mont Blanc.

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Day 3

Refuge de la Leisse to Pralognon

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Our final hike was a picture-perfect, 12-mile trek along clean dirt trails to Pralognan, a village down valley from Champagny-en-Vanoise, where we hoped to catch the 3:00 bus for the short ride back to our village.

We took advantage of the scenic, sun-drenched day to enjoy changing views along raging rivers, under glaciers, and through meadows. The miles flew by, especially once we lost altitude and left the snow behind.

Like clockwork, we made it to Pralognon with just enough time to catch the bus, and all too soon, we were back in Champagny en Vanoise.

The next morning started, as usual, at our favorite coffee shop. And guess who beat us there for his morning coffee? Louie! Our favorite Frenchman welcomed us back with broad grins and big hugs.