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Hie me home
Sep. 4th, 2014 02:20 amIt's about half an hour before I should get up to catch my plane. The fact that I'm up suggests that oversleeping is unlikely. Miss Maria is sitting next to me catching up on her reading. She has been sterling company, and has played along when we would point and wave and say "Oh! And we have to do this!" I'm glad she could make it.
Yesterday was a trip long in the planning. I've been wanting to get out to the Oregon Caves for quite some time. We planned for an early start, and managed to catch the very last tour of the day. (In our defence, they started closing two hours earlier as of yesterday, and we did arrive at three, probably just after the second to last tour left.) There is no spelunking without a ranger and a tour. Tours run about ninety minutes, and run you up and down and around and through some fairly narrow and occasionally a bit treacherous terrain.
An aside. Some people think 'Cave Kisses' are when water drips on you from the ceiling or an overhead rock. I say 'Hah!' because I know Cave Kisses are when you knock your noggin against a rock you either thought you were past or weren't aware of. And I am something of an expert on the topic.
These are the chlliest caves I've been in, at around forty-five degrees, and I was finally forced to drape one of Maria's lovely sweaters over my shoulders to fend off the encroaching chill. The caves are largely marble/granite, and don't have the spectacular displays from the Natural Bridge caverns in San Antonio have, but I felt less like a tourist making my way through these. Speaking of which. It is extremely rude to bend a fellow as tall round and broad as I am roughly into the shape of a numeral '7' to squeeze through a passage and then remind him that he's not allowed to touch the rock to balance or support himself.
Wednesday: Into the Woods
Interesting. Very little scenery. I had to remind myself once or twice that just because it wasn't being done like *my* production that did not mean it was wrong. The production started with the cast wandering about the stage in street clothes chatting, and when they all started reading from their own copies of the narrator's book, I began to fear a repeat of aWiT. My fears were groundless, though, and characters changed into costume a little at a time--except the baker, for some reason, who was dressed in cargo shorts and boater through the production.
The second act is tricky, things get muddy and dark, without the clear movements of the first, but these guys are a world class organization and steered things well. The parts were crafted for actors who could sing pretty well and there goes the alarm. Time to get up and pack.
See you on the other side.
Yesterday was a trip long in the planning. I've been wanting to get out to the Oregon Caves for quite some time. We planned for an early start, and managed to catch the very last tour of the day. (In our defence, they started closing two hours earlier as of yesterday, and we did arrive at three, probably just after the second to last tour left.) There is no spelunking without a ranger and a tour. Tours run about ninety minutes, and run you up and down and around and through some fairly narrow and occasionally a bit treacherous terrain.
An aside. Some people think 'Cave Kisses' are when water drips on you from the ceiling or an overhead rock. I say 'Hah!' because I know Cave Kisses are when you knock your noggin against a rock you either thought you were past or weren't aware of. And I am something of an expert on the topic.
These are the chlliest caves I've been in, at around forty-five degrees, and I was finally forced to drape one of Maria's lovely sweaters over my shoulders to fend off the encroaching chill. The caves are largely marble/granite, and don't have the spectacular displays from the Natural Bridge caverns in San Antonio have, but I felt less like a tourist making my way through these. Speaking of which. It is extremely rude to bend a fellow as tall round and broad as I am roughly into the shape of a numeral '7' to squeeze through a passage and then remind him that he's not allowed to touch the rock to balance or support himself.
Wednesday: Into the Woods
Interesting. Very little scenery. I had to remind myself once or twice that just because it wasn't being done like *my* production that did not mean it was wrong. The production started with the cast wandering about the stage in street clothes chatting, and when they all started reading from their own copies of the narrator's book, I began to fear a repeat of aWiT. My fears were groundless, though, and characters changed into costume a little at a time--except the baker, for some reason, who was dressed in cargo shorts and boater through the production.
The second act is tricky, things get muddy and dark, without the clear movements of the first, but these guys are a world class organization and steered things well. The parts were crafted for actors who could sing pretty well and there goes the alarm. Time to get up and pack.
See you on the other side.