Rock On, Kerouacs!

I have two lists I use when packing for TourAlongs:
  1. The Drumming TourAlongs List.
  2. The Vacation TourAlongs List.
TourAlong lists make packing easy.

Imagine my flummoxification as I prepared for a Climbing TourAlong. I hadn't packed for a trip like this in years!

What do we need?
  • Tent? Yes
  • Sleeping bags? Of course
  • Foam pads? Clearly
  • Blankets too? Well Duh!
  • Fluffy pillows? HEY! WE'RE NOT CAVE PEOPLE!
  • Suit cases, climbing gear tote, road trip tote, towels, pots, cups, camp stove, dish soap, kitchen sink, and two coolers?

Holy Household, Batman!
 That's one crammed Subaru!

But there Natalie and I were: Thursday morning, 10:00 a.m., Jackie and Jack Kerouac hittin' the road and not stoppin' for anything.

Until it was time to eat...

Are you Hungry?

Join me at the TourAlong's picnic table for bite-sized picture-caption morsels!

Let's begin... Shall we?




Anticipation of camp cooking "as the sun sets slowly in the west" is a romantic thought, but as we passed through Burley, Idaho, civilization's last outpost before the City of Rocks, our stomachs gnawed for road trip food.

Shunning Subway and Burger King, we found authenticity at Taco Bandido! The Bandido's parking lot was full; a sure sign of quality any experienced traveler knows to look for. And, as we entered the Bandido, we noted the senorita running the show was authentic as well.

Two thumbs up! This was going to be mucho awesome…


And WOW did the Bandido deliver the goods! Look at this culinary wonder. Finely ground beef, delicately shredded iceberg lettuce, a hint of cheese, all wrapped in a shimmering tortilla. And not a molecule of spice to needlessly distract from the bland flavors for which our neighbors to the south are known! 

Bravo! Or should I say, "Bien Hecho!"

We were SO glad we each ordered TWO of the Bandido's taco logs.



I kid you not: The bathroom sign at Taco Bandido. Something tells me this is the universal sign for, "Stand back amigos, something's about to blow!" 



At 10,399 ft., Cache Peak dominates the skyline. In winter, the Cache Peak massif generates its own weather. In fact, the Pomerelle Mountain Resort on its north slope boasts 500 inches of annual snowfall.

On Cache Peak's southern slope, at 6,000 ft., the City of Rocks rests in classic Idaho high mountain desert composed of sage brush, aspen, juniper, pinyon pine, and cactus. Drive two miles south of the City and you hit the Book of Mormon Belt, aka Utah, where drinking a beer on a Sunday is met with a frown. Hike 50 miles west and you hit the jackpot in Jackpot, Nevada, where you can gamble, drink, and—as of this July—smoke pot.

I'm going to incorporate a new town, named Toddleton, smack dab on the trifecta border of Idaho, Utah, and Nevada just to see what happens.

Gun shootin' Mormon bookin' Pot smokin'  YEHAW! That's Toddleton!


While much of the City's granite is part of the 28 million year old Almo Pluton, there are portions comprised of the Green Creek Complex's 2.5 billion year old granite.

Fast forward 2.5 billion years and the City was home to the Shoshone and Bannock tribes, whose lifestyle was disrupted by European immigrants in the 16th century, and was eventually decimated by throngs heading west during the California gold rush. In 1852, an estimated 52,000 gold seekers passed through the City via the California Trail. Today, the City is frequented by smelly climbers... and campers (not quite as smelly).

























Why it's a REUNION! Ray Brooks (two thumbs up) has organized a climbing gathering at the City for years. At this year's event (my first) a notable number of former Moscow, Idaho, residents were in attendance. From left to right: Scott Spiker, MOI, Ray, Gary Clark, Mark Jonas, Dave Savage, and Chris Savage.

Here are two fun facts:

1. Gary Clark was my 8th grade math teacher and climbing mentor. One way or another, Gary's positive nature and love of the outdoors and adventure influenced everyone pictured; he's still climbing and adventuring at a high level.

2. Ray Brooks gave me my first real job, working first as a janitor, and then as a sales person at the shop he owned in Moscow—Northwestern Mountain Sports.

Wait a minute! My FIRST real job was delivering newspapers! And here's a photo to prove it!


Yep! The Daily Idahonian's Junior Dealer for 1971 shaking hands with Idaho Governor Cecil Andrus! This handshake catapulted Andrus to become a two-term governor for the State of Idaho and serve as Secretary of the Interior in the Carter Administration. You're welcome, Mr. Secretary.

Mark Jonas in the awkward and difficult crack, Bloody Fingers. If you're new to this, climbing routes have fun names, kind of like rock bands. Some you can say on the radio; others maybe not.

The fog around Mark's waist is gymnastic chalk dust from the bag in which his right hand is reaching. Chalk's used to keep fingers and hands dry.

Mark makes climbs look easy; I fell twice on this one.

Gary Clark (lower left) on Built for Comfort at the Upper Bread Loaves. The climber to the upper right is on Love Handles. Climbs at the City are often in close proximity to one another. Believe it or not, there are five established climbs in this photo.

Lynn Clark mastering a granite slab at Castle Rocks, a sister climbing area of the City proper and every bit as good. Slab climbing never looks steep... until you're the one looking down.

Meet Suzie!

Suzie and her daughter, Bradi, run Rock City Mercantile in Almo.

Almo is filled with juxtapositions. It's down-home rural Idaho and Mormon; it's often overrun with rock climbers and campers; and it manages to maintain a sleepy feel. There's not much in Almo, yet it has exactly what you need.

Suzie and Bradi run a tight ship at Rock City—in their unique way. Every table, inside or out, starts with a "Reserved" sign. That's because you have to check-in with Suzie and order your pizza. THEN you can sit down at a "reserved" table.

What do you want to drink? Go to the cooler and grab your beer, wine, water, or pop. Drink it! Just keep the empties on your table so they can be tallied up when you check out. It's a super easy, efficient system.

And then there's the pizza. Four small, modern ovens crank out the best thin crust pizza I've had this side of Corsica. They are really, really good.

Suzie, Bradi, and everyone at Rock City are cool.

You should eat pizza and shop there.

Gary past the crux of Zinger at Castle Rocks.

Here's a fun fact: When I was a kid, I watched the University of Idaho's marching band practice; they practiced every afternoon on a grass field between our house and campus. The drum line was inspiring. And the drum major was exceptional. Wearing a white uniform, a crazy-tall hat, and wielding a baton, this guy could fly down the field with commitment and style.

Many year's later, I learned that drum major was Gary.

Natalie studied our climbing while simultaneously snapping a few photos and keeping squirrels and lizards at bay and away from our rucksacks. She thinks she caught the climbing bug. We'll see... There might be new magic shoes in her stocking next Christmas.


Side view of Zinger with Gary profiled at the lower right. Lynn and I are at the second belay point at the upper left. There was no true ledge at the any of the three belay points on the climb, just tiny footholds to squirm around on while hanging on the anchors. Photo courtesy of Natalie.

Getting up early and climbing in the shade and away from the heat paid off. We beat the other climbers and were on having lunch in Almo by noon.

And THAT'S how it's done!


Mark Jonas and I have known each other since 7th grade.

Believe it or not, we spent a month the summer of 1974 driving and climbing in Grand Teton National Park. We had a great time. We climbed a bunch, ate lots of mac-n-cheese, and survived.

Today, parents would be charged with child neglect. And that's a problem.



At the northern foot of Cache Peak rests Albion, Idaho. Did you know "Albion" is the archaic name for Great Britain? It IS! And, from 1893 to 1951, the Albion Normal School awarded 6,460 teaching degrees, including one to Terrance Bell, who served as Secretary of Education in President Reagan's original cabinet. And get this: The school's athletic teams were known as the "Teachers" until 1935.

The haunted mansion was not open the Sunday we passed through on our way home, but come on!... Haunted Mansions of Albion, a SCHOOL of CHAOS... how cool is that! Complete with crowned skulls no less!


Packing list or not, we had exactly what we needed at the City and, thanks to Suzie and Bradi at Rock City Mercantile, we never had to warm up the cans of beef stew as the sun set slowly in the west. Nope! We had pizza, salad, and beer.

For a weekend, all was well in the world. 

From Jack and Jackie Kerouac, Rock On!

Stay tuned... More from TourAlongWithTodd is coming soon...

Until then... Ciao!



On the path to Castle Rocks. Some of the best Idaho has to offer. 









The Bluest Sky You’ve Ever Seen, in Seattle


Airlines are hilarious, aren't they?

How about this one: A Boise to Seattle flight that departs at 6:30 a.m. in the morning!  And THAT means arriving at the airport at crazy-stupid-hour for the obligatory meet-n-greet with the TSA. Yet there we were, Natalie and I willingly bound to lunacy by the attraction of the lowest fare via Delta’s once-a-day non-stop to the Emerald City.

Hey! Remember the TV show Here Come the Brides? You know, the one about the mythical goings on during Seattle’s rough and tumble early days starring heartthrob Bobby Sherman? It aired for four years (1968-1972) which coincided with the best of the Vietnam war playing on TV as well. TV sucked back then. Anyway, the theme song for the show opened with the line, "The bluest sky you’ve ever seen, in Seattle." Simon assured us this claim is patently false. Like Tolkien’s Mirkwood Forest, there is no day or night in the Puget Sound. There is only a cold, damp grayness dripping from a dreary sky cast in the perpetual gloom of dark twilight that seeps into the soul, removing any remaining vestige of life.

We were perplexed as our plane touched down. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Just blazing sunshine in quite possibly the bluest sky we'd ever seen. Were we in Seattle? Why yes we were! And, as we were about to find out, Seattleites were dazed and confused... So began our four day Seattle odyssey.

Do like pictures?

Of course you do! Who doesn’t like pictures?

Come along as I share our Seattle journey in a convenient bite-sized picture-n-caption format. It’s fun for the whole family!

Let's begin. Shall we?

Named after a Seattle beer, and glistening like a white diamond in the morning light, Mt. Rainier stands at 14,411 feet above sea level. Sea level also happens to be exactly where Seattle sits, some 50 miles away. Wikipedia states Mt. Rainier is one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world because of its explosive power and proximity to a boatload of people and their property (a.k.a. Seattle).

Flying over the Cascades in the bluest morning sky we'd ever seen reminded us that the Cascade range and its line of volcanoes visible from our 30,000 ft. view - from Mt. Bachelor to Mt. Baker - is one of Mother Nature's pimply teenagers ready to let loose in a truly spectacular fashion.

OH! Crystal Mountain Ski Resort is visible at the bottom-center of the image!



Well OK, there was ONE cloud over Seattle as we circled the city for landing. Is it coincidence that the cloud hovered directly over the Space Needle? Is it coincidence that the Space Needle looks like a flying saucer? Could the Space Needle be a secret space port under alien control? I don't know... I'm just asking.



Simon's office view from the 27th floor of the 514 ft. Rainier Tower in the heart of the city's downtown is pretty cool! Ironically, Simon spends a fair bit of his day wearing virtual reality headsets doing work for the worldwide architecture firm, Perkins and Will, where my brother Marc works as well.




No trip to Seattle is complete without a stop at Pike Place Market. Our early Friday morning visit was rewarded by a lack of other tourists. Nevertheless, there were still men slinging large dead fish to one another for our entertainment! That job's a resume builder!



Among the attractions at the Market is the Giant Shoe Museum. Alas, The Greatest Shoe on Earth was not open, though for $0.50 we could have seen the world's largest collection of giant shoes!... but we didn't. Adding flavor to this oddity is the offer to see a shoe worn by Robert Wadlow, the world's tallest man.

Robert Wadlow was nearly as tall as I am by the time he was five years old. His life was brief, but he lived the dream we all dream: being a Ringling Brothers Circus sideshow freak! Robert's Wiki page includes a disturbing photo of him standing next to his 5'11" father. 

There's also a photo of one of Robert's shoes, and you don't have to pay me $0.50... unless you think you should. You probably should. After all, you didn't you know anything about Robert Wadlow a few seconds ago, right?




Located near the Market and along the Alaskan Way Viaduct is Victor Steinbrueck Park. This young man was dumbfounded by the bluest sky he'd ever seen in Seattle, and by the giant ball of molten fire hanging in the sky. Not knowing what to do or how to react, he decided it was easier just to shut his eyes and pretend it wasn't happening.




Touch my unicycle and I'll bite you right in the...!



Yummm... Nothing says haute cuisine more than downing a dog with a swig of espresso!



A stone's throw from the Market is Post Alley, a popular walking street filled with restaurants and shops. Take a close look at the Sisters European Sandwiches sign. The sisters appear to be engaged in a European cleansing ritual involving giant grapes and their leaves. We didn't eat there. 



Maneki-neko, or "beckoning" cats are said to bring good luck to their owners. On the other hand, it looks like they bring bad luck to curious shoppers who can't read English. I want to go back just to touch EVERY cat.





Part way through Friday's 7-mile walk-about, while Simon worked, we stopped by his office for a second time to shed a layer of clothing; it was getting WARM. The curving structure in this photo is the base of the Rainier Tower.



Another Seattleite, suffering from cloud and rain withdrawals, chose sleep as the only viable alternative to manage through the day. It was either that or having to stare at the bluest sky he'd ever seen. Can you blame him?



You don't see many of THESE in Seattle. Not a big coffee town.



Not knowing how to behave below the bluest sky they'd ever seen in Seattle, grown men were reduced to hitting a tiny white ball back and forth. Can you spot the ball?

Meanwhile, the woman in the foreground desperately tried to shade the pages of her book. The giant molten ball of fire in the sky was causing serious glare issues.





Can you guess which one of these two fine people is more excited to be at IKEA on a Sunday morning? Hint, it's probably not Simon... and it ABSOLUTELY is Natalie.




We had been warned of parking difficulties at IKEA due to construction, so we arrived early. So early in fact that we were there for "rope drop." Well, not exactly a rope drop like we experienced at Disney World years ago, but close enough. But there we were... waiting for the clock to strike 10:00 and for the mad rush to begin.

IKEA is not unlike a Disney park in that visitors are cleverly guided through the landscape. But, if you know what to look for, there are secret shortcuts allowing quick passage from one area to the next. And, like Disney, there are lots of screaming kids and food to eat! Unlike Disney, when you get to the checkout line, you're suddenly in a warehouse. And then you realize IKEA is to furniture as COSTCO is to food.



The Space Needle at Seattle Center. Did you know this iconic structure, built in 1962, is approximately 1,320 Milky Way candy bars tall? It IS! You can learn a lot more useful information at the Space Needle's Fun Facts page!




The Museum of Pop Culture - or MoPOP - was built by Paul Allen (Microsoft). With $19 billion, Allen is the 53rd richest person on the planet! And his MoPOP is quite a place. There's lots of cool stuff, like Captain Kirk's command chair from the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise, the farm dress Judy Garland wore in the Wizard of Oz and the witch's hat from the same movie, or hand-written lyrics of Jimi Hendrix. After a while though, it dawns on you: MoPOP is a super-fancy 140,000 sq. ft. warehouse where Paul Allen stores just some of the stuff he has bought with his piles of cash... and you pay him to see it. Genius!

OH! The photo is of MoPOP's exterior! I don't know... maybe "dark copper-hooded warrior people"?



MoPOP's sculpture of guitars with the occasional drum, accordion, and cello thrown in. It's an impressive use of guitars!




You can't see him (I assume it's a "him"), but the guy at the controls of the orange Rhine Machine of Destruction was having the most fun EVER! We watched in awe as he pulverized reinforced concrete walls with his Giant Jaws of Death! Yes, he was definitely a "him."



It ain't gonna happen in Idaho any time soon, but if you're passing through Yakima (or nearly anywhere else in the fine state of Washington) you can stop at the Slowburn to get your recreational marijuana, or "pot" as the kids call it. I wouldn't know.

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Well that's it for the story-picture book of our mini Seattle adventure! But believe it or not, this shutter bug didn't capture the entire trip in digital wonder. Nope! I missed snapping shots of enjoying beers with the entire gang - Natalie, Simon, Marc, Anne, Diana, and Paul - as we soaked in some really blue sky. And there was the Airbnb we stayed at; really nice and affordable at $40 a night. And how about the 3-mile walk around Green Lake on a blustery morning, or fabulous sushi cuisine at a fine restaurant courtesy of Marc and Anne to celebrate Simon's new career. Or how about the lunch we enjoyed on the Ballard waterfront with good friend Sandra?

We made the most of our Seattle odyssey. Traffic is nuts. It rains a lot. But Seattle is a cool city and, if you're lucky, has the bluest sky you've ever seen.

The TourAlongWithTodd BLOG is just getting started for 2017!

Ciao!


Here Come the Brides

The bluest sky you’ve ever seen, in Seattle.
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle.
Like a beautiful child
Growing up, free and wild.
Full of hopes and full of fears,
Full of laughter, full of tears,
Full of dreams to last a year
In Seattle.
When you find your own true love you will know it
By his smile, by the look in his eyes.
Some set pine trees in the air
Or some stand around and stare
Look out everyone, Here Come the Brides.

The Tahoe Edition - In Dramatic Still Images!

What a difference a few weeks make. Fall has arrived in SW Idaho, yet just three weeks ago the summer show, Forever Plaid, was still going strong in its run at the Idaho Shakespeare Festival. And what a blast it was. It’s hard to believe we started the journey with rehearsals in June, followed by shows at Lake Tahoe, and finally here in Boise performing six nights a week.

I bonded with the cast and crew; I’m missing it.

Luckily, I’m a bit of a shutterbug when touring and this experience was no exceptionI took nearly 700 photos. I’ve whittled them down to 450 stunning images I’ll later submit for 2016 Pulitzer Prize consideration, but today I want to share my 100 favorite TourAlongWithTodd—The Tahoe Edition photos with you!

I KNOW! You can’t WAIT!

So grab a hot, pumpkin-spiced beverage and scroll through the images by clicking HERE: Tahoe Top 100!

The images are chronological for the most part and I’ve added photo captions to give an idea of the who, what, where thing.

Thanks for touring along!

Until next time… Ciao!


A grainy (a.k.a. phone camera photo) shot of the core Forever
Plaid crew! Sarah, James, Peter, Moi, Mickey, Andrew, Mack, and Shayla. Thanks you guys!


A Lake Break from the Lake and Back to the Show!

Our final performance at the Lake Tahoe Shakespeare Festival was a blast. Afterward there was much partying and rejoicing, yet there was no partying for the wicked. Rather, the road beckoned me for an early morning start of the return drive to Boise. Have I mentioned just how much I like driving in the hot stinking Nevada desert in August?

Desert dream condo along the road.

Back in Boise, I cut the lawn, washed the car (because that’s what you do if you care at all about your car), and began the mentally challenging process of unpacking while simultaneously repacking. Why would I do this? Because like any reasonable person after having spent six weeks at a lake, I needed a week at another lake to unwind, and Flathead Lake in NW Montana fit the bill. It helped that Aunt Mary and Uncle Frank offered their lakeside guest cabin to us.

Here’s an interesting note: Flathead Lake’s 197 square miles of surface area beats Lake Tahoe’s 191 square miles. However, Flathead’s 5 cubic miles of water is dwarfed by Tahoe’s 40 cubic miles. So remember, when the inevitable apocalyptic water shortages come, let’s drain Lake Tahoe, OK?

Thus Natalie, Lilly (the dog), and I traveled north to Moscow where we rendezvoused (that’s a funny word!) with Simon and continued northward, arriving at Flathead just in time to see a wildfire’s giant plume of smoke transform the sun into a deep red ball; an ominous start to my post-lake lake adventure.

By morning, the smoky forest haze was accompanied by a cold front’s high winds resulting in 4-foot high white-capped waves and their dramatic crashing on the seawall. Yep, we know how to time a summer trip!

Think there's a fire nearby? The bright dot is the
sun... you can stare at it forever!

What to do? Drive to town of course! And we did… north to Bigfork where it was even smokier and everything smelled like it was recently dragged through a campfire pit. We also traveled south to Polson where we shopped the junk stores and enjoyed a “Pirate” Belgian beer at The Cove Deli and Pizza. This eatery isn’t lakeside nor is there a cove nearby, but they have a pirate theme going on all the same! It must be HAAARRRRRD to make living in Polson!

A heart healthy lunch in Bigfork and OMG! Hot
chocolate with whipped cream, sprinkles,
and candy on the side!
Belgian Pirate beer and traditional pirate food.

Simon and I did manage to get some dockside swim- and sun-time in and, without doubt, the highlight of our trip was hiking to the 7,500 ft. summit of Mt. Aeneas in the Jewel Basin. Why this peak is named after the Greco-Roman hero I do not know. And, until I consulted Wikipedia just now, I didn’t know there was a Greco-Roman hero named Aeneas. In any case, we had lots of fun saying “Aeneas” (go ahead… say it aloud!).

The summit of Mt. Aeneas. The view north into
Glacier National Park reminded
me of the
Alps… only smaller and without glaciers.
Studly Do-Right pondering life and the meaning
of everything... Or just listening to music.

Like all trips, this one had to come to an end. But the show must go on! And it is! The cast and crew of Forever Plaid regrouped in Boise, rehearsed, and has launched a 21-performance run of the show. And, if the reactions of the initial audiences are any indication, we’re taking it all the way to Broadway baby!

I've been on stage with two rock bands featuring fog machine
show-closers, but never a musical... until now!
Check another one off the bucket list!

Thanks for coming along on the TourAlongWithTodd BLOGThe Tahoe Edition!

And who knows… I might just throw some random posts at you down the road.

Until next time… Ciao!


Studly Do-Right holding back a wall of
frightening ice with his MIND POWER!


Invaders from the North? Time to Pack My Bags!

Natalie and her aunt Mary arrived for their Tahoe visit, checking into the Americas Best Value Inn—Casino Center Lake Tahoe. If you listen closely, the Inn's rustic edifice groans, "Will someone please fix me up?" We agreed this property is a qualified candidate for Gordon Ramsey’s Hotel Hell reality TV series. Bloody hell! But hotel time was not what this visit was about!


Come on everybody! Let’s take a swim in Americas Best Value Inn’s pool!

We started the festivities by seeing The Comedy of Errors followed by my show, Forever Plaid, during which I got to swat a bee away from my face while playing. Bees are such fun to have as on stage companions; they’re so friendly and curious. The other performers and I wish someone would just let a big jarful of bees loose backstage before every performance.

Other tourist activities we participated in included the 68-mile drive around the lake, indoor AND outdoor dining, and shopping for socks at the sock store—Sock City. I did not know there’s a store devoted to socks! But there IS! It’s a sock super store stocking thousands of pairs of colorful socks!


There's a special bus for Tahoe tarts! Who knew?

We also made a trip to Squaw Valley to take in the alpine scenery at the resort’s High Camp via the aerial tram. During our loop hike, Natalie and I decided to go rogue and push on toward Emigrant Peak. One step led to the next and I’m pretty sure Natalie will be the only person to stand on Emigrant’s summit with a knitting bag and a Jackie-O red purse this year. Now that’s what I call alpine hiking in STYLE!


Natalie sporting style with her Gucci knitting bag and a Jackie-O purse!
Natalie summits Emigrant Peak!

With their brief visit over, and my Tahoe time quickly winding down, I got out my bucket list of Tahoe todos. First up? A return trip to Squaw’s Shirley Canyon Trail for a rapid ascent and the blues festival. Nice!

Next up? Emerald Bay. This crazy-busy area is characterized by scenic views, way too little parking (I parked along the road a mile from the bay's trailhead), a steep one-mile hike to the bay, and Vikingsholm—the truly amazing summer home of Lora Knight. Built in 1929, the home has been remarkably well kept and the guided tour was time well spent. From there, I was off to Lower Eagle Falls, then Upper Eagle Falls, and then (and unplanned) to Eagle Lake. The falls were so-so this time of year but the lake was a scenic surprise.


Vikingholm's quaint entrance.
Vikingholm's thatched roof or Donald Trump's hair? You decide.
Maggies Peak reflects from the far end of Eagle Lake. 

For my final Tahoe day hike, I chose the recommended Mount Tallac trail. The 10-mile roundtrip journey gains 3,500 ft. and is rated difficult. Difficult-schmifficult … whatever. It was clearly no match pour moi! The hike features miles of rocky trail, switchbacks through giant talus fields (talk about a place you don’t want to be when the BIG earthquake shakes things up), more rocky trail, and hundreds of bees at the summit (undoubtedly the same bees that are theatergoers at night). Well, back at my car 6.5 hours later, it was poor moi. Mt. Tallac had handed me a thorough shellacking. I must have been quite a sight walking into the 7-11 to buy the giant Pepsi I had been dreaming of during the last hour of the adventure. So it goes. Still, after a night’s sleep, I wasn’t sore… at least not at Mt. Tallac.


Pond reflection early along the Mt. Tallac shellacking.
South Lake Tahoe from the summit of Mt. Tallac. My Ewok condo village is at the top of the notch (center skyline). Heavenly Ski Resort is on the right skyline.

Tonight marks our last performance here at Tahoe and we’re having a blast, which is good because we’re packing our bags and moving the show north for a 21-performance run at the Idaho Shakespeare Festival; every night except Mondays from September 2 through 25.

Buy your tickets and mark your calendars! And if you forget, don’t worry, there’s going to be one more installment of the Tahoe Edition from TourAlongWithTodd.

Until then… Ciao!

Boats, Feet & Automobiles

Welcome to part three of the TourAlongWithTodd Blog's Tahoe Edition! 

This time I travel via three forms of locomotion.

Join me on the ride, won't you?...  

I DID make an encore hike of Squaw Valley's Shirley Canyon trail, but I altered my route and continued to the summit of Emigrant Peak (8,801 ft.) to enjoy the view and spend a few minutes sliding around in a large snow patch before descending to the resort's High Camp. The action at High Camp's swimming pool was disappointing. Being a week day, there was no DJ mixing motivational rave music for swimsuit-clad dancers. There was however cold beer, and yes, it was good.


Above Squaw's High Camp on the way to Emigrant Peak with Lake Tahoe in the background.

Devote readers may recall my intent to recite the story of Squaw's tragic 1978 tram accident on the ride down. Understanding the value of self preservation and wishing to avoid my face colliding with a fist, I did not tell the tale. Instead, I started jumping up and down and encouraged fellow passengers to do the same by shouting "Let's get this tram rockin' and see if the ground comes knockin'!"* Such fun!


Kid having fun at the main Squaw Valley Resort.

Mondays are "dark" in much of the theater world—meaning there are no performances; it's a day off. And on this Monday, a well-to-do patron of the Lake Tahoe Shakespeare Festival invited the entire company to join him on a lake cruise. But it wasn't just any cruise. Nope. He rented Hyatt Tahoe's catamaran, the Sierra Cloud, for a three-hour cruise... a three-hour cruise... Gilligan! 

A successful catamaran cruise consists of three essential elements: A crew, adult beverages, and snacks. It didn't matter that our journey commenced at 9:30 a.m. The essential elements were in place and so were we. We piled on to the vessel and took advantage of the essential elements as we putted along on our motorized adventurethe catamaran's sail was hoisted solely to advertise the Hyatt brand. Fun was had by all. Post cruise, we split into groups to find lunch and the now much needed caffeinated beverages.


Lake Tahoe Shakespeare Festival cast and crew on the catamaran cruise.

Fast forward a few days and Peter van Reesema (assistant music director), Mack Shirilla (actor), and I drove to the Mt. Rose trailhead. The 10-mile hike starts at 8,900 ft. and winds through forest, past cascading waterfalls, skirting broad meadows, and then climbs quickly to the 10,776 ft. summit. I admit I was working it, but so were Peter and Mack. Yep, I kept pace with the kids. And speaking of kids, there were true youngsters on the trail showing us all up. Shouldn't they be playing computer games in a dark dank room somewhere? Most surprising of all were the thousands of Monarch butterflies flitting about in the cool summit breeze. The views from the area's second highest peak were spectacular. Our only summit disappointments were the lack of cold beer and swimsuit-clad poolside dancers.


Mack, Moi, and Peter atop Mt. Rose. I have a six-pack too, but left my t-shirt on because I didn't want to show Mack up. Note the Monarch Butterfly photobombing!


Fast forward a few more days and I was off to Boise beginning a five day break from performances. The purpose of the trip was to (a) celebrate Natalie's 39th birthday, (b) do a little gardening, (c) relax, and (d) play with Lilly, the dog.

Desert drives are best accomplished in springtime, when it's not so... desert-like. My drive went nicely enough, considering it took place in the stinking desert in summer, and I arrived in Boise on time and ready to get on with items (a) through (d). What I did NOT anticipate were items (e) my laptop's hard drive suffering a permanent failure and (f) a trip to the dentist/orthodontist.

It's amazing how computing devices have come to dominate our lives entirely, isn't it? A quick trip to Best Buy confirmed that, for just $800, I could replace my dead laptop with a fancy new laptop. I don't know about you, but I prefer fancy new over dead. The best news was that my Carbonite cloud backup subscription paid off and, after FOUR DAYS of downloading, I had my data back.

As for the trip to the dentist/orthodontist? A piece of dental cement holding a small titanium wire in place behind my front teeth fell out. New glue was applied.

Though laptop and dental woes had to be dealt with, the visit home was a nice break from the sheer drudgery of Lake Tahoe. And, I learned the secret to successful summer road trips across the desert... playing the right music. In my case, relief and inspiration came from two sonic treats: LED's This Side of Paradise and Thomas Paul's Singalongs.

So, what will it be? Boats, feet, or automobiles... After all, each can deliver a rewarding experience.

Yeah, it's boats.

What would be really cool would be a catamaran cruise with a crew, adult beverages, snacks, Natalie, Simon, good music, and Lilly, the dog. And no laptop.

Coming up next?

INVADERS FROM THE NORTH!

Ciao! ~ Todd

*I did not shout "Let's get this tram rockin' and see if the ground comes knockin'!" But it would have been fun.


Turf, rock and clouds on the way to Mt Rose.