We cruised…

We took a 3 night cruise from Seattle to Victoria and Vancouver on Princess Cruises ship Crown Princess in mid October. This particular voyage choice fit our idealized desires of a shorter, after season experience where there was less fanfare, less crowds, less duration and after all schools had started. And it departed Seattle, with no messy transfers needed. It fit our budget, which was not low but also not completely extravagant. We decided to grab a decent cabin (a “mini suite” reserve – M1 booking category) This was our first ever (!) cruise, so we wanted to optimize it for our success even if this was a short little jaunt from most cruise perspectives.

So, we cruised.

And, to be certain, these are my experiences. My husband may have others.

Watching episodes of the Love Boat on the Love Boat. We were fully chuffed with the meta-ness of it all, and at times we gleefully celebrated out loud. Clinked many glasses. Princess itself even digs promotion into it ship-wide 37 years after the last airing (as they should – that Hollywood history was a complete corporate TV coup that every PR person should study) It’s the thing that will stick with us forever. That this is what sticks with us as our #1, well, I’ll leave that nuggets of info right here for now.

But I’m getting ahead. So, we boarded.

“Welcome Aboard!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome”, “Thank you sir”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome Aboard!”, “We’re good to meet you”, “hello”, “Hello”, “Hi sir”, “Greetings sir”, “Hello”, “Hello’, ‘Welcome”, “Welcome”, “Hello”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”

We walked the inside promenade to our cabin, and waded through the vociferous offers left and right. Much like the gauntlet after customs at a Mexican airport (those who know, know…)

Fine jewelry sampler! May I take your photo? Find your perfume essence! Find your favorite high-end booze! May I take your photo? Find your lucky number at BINGO! Find your relaxation with an acupuncture sampler! May I take your photo?

“Welcome Aboard!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome”, “Thank you sir”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome Aboard!”, “We’re good to meet you”, “hello”, “Hello”, “Hi sir”, “Greetings sir”, “Hello”, “Hello’, ‘Welcome”, “Welcome”, “Hello”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”

As a 3-day itinerary to Victoria and Vancouver, that takes the Victoria Clipper mere hours to complete – well, we were curious on how this would be plotted over 3 days. As it turns out, we actually exited the Salish Sea via the Strait of Juan de Fuca and went out to the depths – to join The Washington Pacific Ocean Parade, sponsored by the Gatsby’s Casino, mid-ship.

So, this is mid-October, folks. In the Eastern Pacific Ocean.

We follow down the straight of silvered, calm waters and exit. We take a left.

Brrrt, BOOM. Shiply-SHUDDER, shudder shudder. BBbbppptbbpt. Random room squeak. Rise to the left. Peak at center. Complimentary room squeak to the prior. Down to the right. BBbbppptbbpt. BOOM. 10 seconds. Ahh, it’s done. 5 seconds – No, fool. Rinse. Repeat.

Night one. Day two. Night two.

So during the The Washington Pacific Ocean Parade, sponsored by the Gatsby’s Casino, mid-ship, there was not any vom for us. Apparently we both have some decent sea legs. That said, at sleep time, in a dark, featureless room, with reserve M1 bedding softly caressing and forming a spring to every body fold – it often felt like my ass was hovering over my head.

I got about 8 hours of sleep – cruise total.

But we persevere. Let’s explore the ship!

“Welcome Aboard!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome”, “Thank you sir”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome Aboard!”, “We’re good to meet you”, “hello”, “Hello”, “Hi sir”, “Greetings sir”, “Hello”, “Hello’, ‘Welcome”, “Welcome”, “Hello”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”

Time for a nap in the cabin.

The FOOD though! 100% completely excellently adequate to provide nutrients to keep us from being un-alive.

Booze is booze though – so we took advantage of our drinks package. This is where I have to praise some of the tech onboard. We wore these “Medallion” RFID devices on lanyards around our neck. OK, cool – we obviously just tap them when we order stuff. But it’s even more magical. At bars, you would belly up and order, and then that’s it – you walked away when finished. The bartender just knew from your seated position who you were, your picture appeared on his iPad, and that was it. Also, as you approached your cabin, your door unlocked automatically without touching anything – from about a yard away. Kinda spooky. But effective. We grew to love it as we were on the ship. We would not want to wear them anywhere else.

Three hours of sleep and breakfast, after night one of the Pacific Ocean Parade, sponsored by the Gatsby’s Casino, mid-ship. We stumbled to the dining room and managed to order and eat some easy stuff. After the 10 levels of greetings, the steward has taken notice of us and moves toward us with a look of action on his face

Shit, what have we done.

Loudly, so half the dining room can hear, “Sirs!” “You are the RESERVE collection!” “Your dining room is special access!” “You need to go to the blah blah blah whatever entrance to that section of the blah blah wha wha blah dining room.” I think he was kind of disgusted with us, gaining breakfast sustenance with the OTHERS.

OK, dude, we just followed the signs and wanted some eggs.

The Victoria pitstop was nice. We visited and played Haunted Mini Golf! A timely treat of the season – this place is not temporary though, so go visit. Highly recommended – it was fun and they do a good job.

Taxi back to the ship.

“Welcome Back!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome Back”, “Thank you sir”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Hello!”, “Welcome Aboard!”, “Welcome Back!”, “hello”, “Hello”, “Hi sir”, “Greetings sir”, “Hello”, “Hello’, ‘Welcome”, “Welcome”, “Hello”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Welcome aboard”, “Hello!”, “Hello Sir.”, “Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”,”Hello.”

To be honest, on the last night we had a pretty good meal onboard – a place called Sabatini’s. It was an upcharge even with our package. Worth it – I felt this would be a good restaurant anywhere.

Finally, early on day 3, Vancouver’s skyline came into view for a beautiful morning docking.

“Goodbye sir!”, “So sorry to have you leave”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye sir!”, “Goodbye”, “Goodbye”, “So sorry to have you leave”, “Goodbye!”.

Goodbye, indeed.

THE BRITISH ARE…in McMinnville!

Fabulous time at the Oregon Airshow in McMinnville

Video summary of a great Red Arrows performance in McMinnville at the Oregon Airshow. Very different and interesting! My favorite move was the “Goose” and favorite formation the “Concorde” (unfortunately both not captured…too busy watching!) No background music. But narration with a British accent always makes things better somehow. With this I only need to capture the Italian Frecce Tricolori and I think I’ve seen all the major airshow teams! Excellent trip. OH! And the F35 was awesome and powerfully raucous as well. LOVE.

My Dear “Jex”

My dear “Jex” – It’s been a good 21 years. You have been my rock star “pregnant roller skate” and good buddy since the last century when I bought you wearing plaid and one captive bead earring. But the time has come to part our ways. Too many battles trying to start you. But do not fear, your legacy continues strong with me and your new Rav4 brother. He’s pretty cute, and I think you’d like him. When he’s baptized with a name, I’ll send you a card. Good luck my friend. xoxo.

A dream fulfilled.

It’s like a dream. 

I’ve been waiting for this for probably 40+ years.  It has been in my blood from the start of my memory.

Ever since I went to airshows as a little one with my Dad (A Navy man stationed at Whidbey NAS), and visiting Grama when she worked for an aerospace manufacturing sub contractor, I was hooked on airplanes and airports.  Our airport was Paine Field, in Everett WA, were we lived.  In my pre-4-year-old memory haze, at my first home on Jennings Road, I recount my Dad persuading me to sleep – by talking about the different parts of airplanes. We would both chant together: “Wings”.  “Body”.  “Tail”.  “Holes”… (jet engines – think about it from a 4-year old perspective!).  ZZZZzzzz….  Now I’m asleep, content.    Early on, I knew aviation.

To add to all that – our town, and our airport, had Boeing producing the largest airliners in the world and had the world’s largest building by volume. By family and environment my interest was set firm and early.  We would drive by the huge factory frequently on the way to Mukilteo beach. Big airports. Big airplanes. Growing up. 

Airplanes. Airports. This is normal, and awesome. 

My parents took me on my first commercial flight young – a United 727 to Boise via Portland to visit family. So very not normal in 1970’s suburbia life. Seattle Sea-Tac had all the flights, as Paine Field was all Boeing and “small planes” only.  I remember: The long drive and anticipation to the airport.  We’re there!!  There’s underground train to the gate??!!! WOW!  Don’t get me started on this disco-esque art installation of lights that you could sorta control via this metal orb in the seating area.  The blue taxiway lights are mesmerizing.  Takeoff is weird.  What! We’re in the clouds!  And the loud landing.  And those boards on the wings popping up on landing – what’s that?!  What, we’re NOT there yet?  We get to do this again?!  Yes!

Growing up, when spending time with either my Grama, Grampa or Mom & Dad (or anyone), they would ask: “Gary, what would you like to do this weekend?”  My response: “Sea-Tac”.  I wanted to watch airplanes and experience the airport.  Really, just sit and view and experience and FEEL it. So many different types of airplanes.  So many ways of painting them.  So many destinations.  Lots of people doing things.  It was technological, globally educational, provoking, engaging, and later when I understood these things, romantic.  It infused me with energy, thought and desire.

I became completely, utterly addicted.   

Even in the late 1970’s and 80’s, getting to Sea-Tac was a haul.  45 minutes no traffic.  But I didn’t care.  It was in my blood, and the addiction needed to be fed.


As I grew to become a teenager and adult, my addiction and passion did not go unserved.  I am a private pilot. I got my license at Paine Field 17 years of age, nearly before I got my driver’s license.  Instrument rating at 18.  I fell into many aviation groups and volunteered and continue to do so.  My career choice of the time was to be a pilot (duh, big surprise!).  But, alas, in the early 1990’s, too many factors seemed to intercede. A spuriously specific recession with a one-time pilot abundance and limited jobs added to the mix. That specific scenario has yet to repeat to this day.  

I moved on to a fruitful career in IT, which has been great.  Why IT?  One word: Systems.  I LOVE systems.  Airplanes and airports are full of systems, and intertwined rules.  I find IT very similar to how I trained to be a pilot.  Sideline: Then how, as some of you know, did I ever then pursue a degree in journalism and public relations?!  Well, that’s probably another missive for the future; hint: It feeds my pragmatic and human side.

But flying.  Airplanes.  Airports.  My blood.

Fast forward a bit.  Let’s not even talk about what it’s like getting to “the airport” today.  Anyone reading this knows what the answer is.  Through the decades there had been attempts to bring service to my airport – small and big.  Nothing could ever make it or break it past certain aggressively local interests.  Defeatedly, the bitter pill journey to Sea-Tac was swallowed, even as it became intolerable.  And it made Sea-Tac – not fun.  Not my blood.  Nearly a treatment program for airport “addicts”.  Airports are not good, but things to be tolerated. Yet, I still love, and dream, airplanes and airports. And my airport.

Dream. Deep. Decades.


Today I flew on an airline from “my” airport – Everett Paine Field (PAE).  I flew to Portland.  That’s not very far; but that’s not the point.  I purchased a ticket.  It’s a real terminal.  Real gates.  Real jetways. Real connections to the world.   Real everything.  Airplanes.  Airport.  People doing what they need to do.  As good and real as Sea-Tac, on a local scale. 

40 years of waiting and wondering.  It’s like a dream.

Here is a report on my dream.. photos and videos!

Up at 4 AM (which is normal for us – don’t judge!) for my 6:30 AM departure. This coffee cup image will make sense when I get to Portland…keep that in mind. But this was my get-up-and-go! for the morning

Christopher drove me early in the morning – we’re here!

Topliff Olaf Paine himself presides over the new terminal

OK, here we go!

Inside Ticketing Area

We’re through! No pictures in TSA security area, but it was the fastest TSA line I’ve ever done – and there *was* a line – which I thought was great as it bodes well for things in the future. After security it is simply devine. Really nice. It looks small from photos and the news you may have seen. And the terminal is indeed small. But it’s not crowded. It’s right-sized for the airplanes and gates it has.

Here’s my ride…

Here’s my gate… #1 🙂

At this point I have boarded, and I’ll let the following videos speak for themselves…

A DREAM’S DE-ICING: at the gate

A DREAM’S BEGINNING: Push back after de-icing

LIKE A DREAM: Takeoff! Starting from the south on runway 34L and departing to the north. Powerful takeoff, climbing rapidly. Seriously fun. Reduced power and leveled-off before we even got to Port Gardner Bay. Clinton ferry dock at the end.

A DREAM UNDERWAY: Climb-out. Port Gardner Bay, Hat Island, Cascades, Lake Stevens

Gorgeous day to fly…

30 minutes later I am in Portland! Here is where the coffee cup reference comes back. It is tradition to photo your feet on the Portland airport carpet before your journey… it’s a Portland thing.

I had a great BLT at a PDX airport restaurant (OK, a couple Bloody Marys, too!) , and then turned right around and came home.

Look! Everett is up on the big board with everyone else!

I got upgraded to first class, so the trip back was great.

Finally, I was home.


And I got to experience the new terminal again! Its really is awesome.

After all this, it was super easy and quick to go home – thanks to “Olga” and Christopher