Snowdon Mountain. Eriyi.

When I was in college, my roommate did her student teaching in Britain. She invited me to come along for Christmas break. I thought she was crazy. Broke up with my boyfriend (well, he broke up with me, but who keeps track of those things) and borrowed some money from my younger brother, and off I went. We did a three week tour of England, Scotland and Wales and I thought it was fantastic. Traveling by airplane for the first time that I could remember (I think I flew before when I was five). New Year's in Trafalgar Square.The worst snow in 15 years in York. Cab rides, haircuts, pubs and cider and rain, hitch-hiking, hiking and cold. Very cold. And it was fantastic.

Arriving in Wales was the same as the rest. We met lovely people, checked in at the hostel and planned our three days. Pen-y-Pass and Bangor. It was nice. It was England, but it wasn't. It was Wales.

The feelings came suddenly and overwhelmingly. I was in Wales. But it was much more than the excitement of a European vacation. It wasn't that typical excitement that you get being in a new place, seeing new things, tasting new foods. It was Wales, but it was more than Wales.

It was spiritual, and even that description is wrong. It was blue sky and it was brilliant and it was something I'd never felt before. I felt as though I'd returned home. And I was home. Only I'd never been before and never expected to be again, and I'm not even Welsh. But I felt it. And ever since then, I've been (Welsh in my mind that is), and I've wanted nothign but to go back.

And finally, in 2009, I did go back. A gift. The gift of Wales, and I'll share what I went back for, even though what I found was much more than I'd left.

I thought I was looking for what I'd found in 1987. Snowdon had played an enormous role in my mind's eye of what I'd experienced and what I was looking for. And so, when I returned in 2009, I thought I was looking for the mountain. I wanted to climb it again. Should I return to Pen-y-Pass? Could I stay at the same hostel? I anticipated that this would be my last time; would it seem the same as the first time?

I had planned on Snowdon mid-week. Wednesday. I hadn't planned on meeting a friend in Bangor for dinner on Tuesday, and walking up a very, very steep hill and hurting my knee and having the most serious panic attack that I'd had since I got off the airplane and drove on the wrong side of the road (by Britain's standards.)

I could not get in my rental car and drive to the mountain. I couldn't do it, and I thought I would cry. And this is not a case where the mountain can actually come to me.

One of the people staying at the hostel offered to take me up to Llanberis. He and his daughter were driving there, then taking the train up and climbing back down. Did I want to go with them? I didn't. For so many reasons I didn't want to go with them, but I did. Once the decision to go along with the Dutch pair was made, my panic subsided. I was a little nervous, but I knew I'd made the right decision.

I got to Llanberis glad I didn't drive up those narrow, winding roads; we parted company at the train queue and I wandered. And I stared. And the mountain was there. It was perfect. The air was cool, but not cold at all. The sky was clear as you'll see below. The sky, the sky was the most brilliant blue and the clouds perfectly floated across the tops of the peaks. I was so glad I came and so glad I got the ride. It was beautiful, and it was this day that I realized that I wasn't looking for what I had in 1987. I was looking for now. I was looking for me, and there I was on the bus stop in Llanberis, staring and grinning like a madman and loving it.

Now, the bus ride, now that was something else, but that is another story.

From the bus stop in Llanberis.

 



Afon Hwch

(apologies for the photograph layout. I'm still trying to figure it out.)

Apologies and Future Blogs

I'm sorry for anyone actually reading this that my posts are not consistent.  I'm hoping to change this once the school year begins.

This summer has been a bit disjointed.

Everyone is being lazy. Last child is starting kindergarten next week. First child is starting high school. Middle child is in the middle.
I'm trying to practice and focus my writing to make a living freelancing as well as self-publishing a new travel chapbook for parents.
I've been resupplying three hikers walking to raise awareness for domestic violence and in memory of a friend of ours who was murdered Mother's Day weekend.  I may talk more about this in the coming weeks, and catch you up on the past three months.

I hope to also include more of my published writing from the past. Most of these are educational/curriculum related, and as I prepare to fly again for the second time in recent years, I'll plan on filling you in on my travel tips, my sightseeing and my anxiety.

Thanks for visiting and for coming back. I'd like to get it so you want to come back, so I'll keep trying.

Water, Water, Everywhere

Yesterday, I saw this tweet:

"Ironing is so much more pleasant with an ocean view." This was from Brendan Farrington, AP writer based in Florida.

The funny thing is that when I saw this tweet, I thought to myself, "isn't everything?"
What's funny about that is that I hate the water. Water scares me. Not dish water or bath water or even rain, but big vast pools of water. Like the ocean.

And lakes.

And ponds.

And, well, you get the idea.

Although funny enough, I really like Falls.

Then, I started thinking about all of the times that water actually calms me and makes me feel good, and I realized that maybe I don't hate water as much as I thought I did.

San Clemente, CA
This was sent to my phone from
my friend when he was on vacation.
It is the first time I remember
the ocean calming me.

Hudson River,
Riverfront Park,
Albany, NY

USS Slater,
Albany, NY
as seen from the AquaDucks Tour

Cohoes Falls,
Cohoes, NY
I come here on a monthly basis;
well, I try to.

Menai Strait sunset,
Caernarfon,
Wales

Afon Hwch,
Llanberis,
Wales



River?
near the base of the mound at
Dolwyddelan Castle,
Wales



Inigo Jones designed bridge,
Llanrwst,
Wales

River adjacent to the
Church of St. Grwst,
Llanrwst,
Wales

The only two I couldn't find was a drive around Saratoga Lake in Saratoga Springs, NY last Mother's Day weekend (2010) and Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada (2002). I will try to add them when I find those because the Saratoga one was a surprise in that it was a spur of the moment drive and great fun because it was something different, and the Niagara Falls trip was right before my oldest son went to kindergarten, and despite the power and the force of the Falls, they are spectacular and bring back such phenomenal memories of my childhood visiting there.

I guess water isn't as bad as I thought it was.

The Travel Organizer, 2nd Edition, 2009

The Travel Organizer was a culmination of years of list-making for packing for vacations. After two years of photocopying and giving it out to friends, I finally self-published it with the illustrative help of my artist friend.

I have experimented with different versions, including attending a cos-play convention, writing conference and weekend getaway. This is the original (the second edition came about after some revisions from my personal lists, and the inclusion of the artwork) and works well for either an individual or a family.

Personally, I have used this version for a family (of 5) trip to Grandma's and for my solo trip to North Wales.

The price is quite reasonable at $5 plus $1.50 for shipping. Please use the pay pal button located at the bottom of my page and send me an email (or include it in the notes portion of your paypal) that includes your name and mailing address and either a phone or an email where you can be reached if there are any problems with the shipment.

Happy Traveling!
KB