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One Tip to Create More Travel Delight: Plan to Not Have Such a Dense Plan

Leaving space for delights & surprises in your travels plans brings big travel bonus adventures!

There are certain techniques I use when I plan a trip.  One strategy is to have succinct, reachable – yet challenging – travel goals. I tend to hit the ground running early, stay out late and come home from vacation needing a vacation to recover from my first vacation. I was reminded recently how important it is to leave space open for surprises and interruptions during travel in order to let unplanned jaunts delight you in ways you hadn’t expected.

In other words: plan to not have such a densely packed plan that it eliminates chances for spontaneity.

My GPS found a place for dinner on the first night of my trip to the Washington, DC area. I found myself in a unique sandwich/salad shop type place in a remodeled house near the corner of two highways.  I liked it because it was locally owned and the people working there were also the owners and nobody could tell I was a tourist. I was content as I ate in what was more a neighborhood joint than a place where people from the other coast wander in for a meal. I didn’t know the trip back to the hotel would be an introduction to one of my favorite surprises of my trip.

The GPS took me a slightly different way back to the hotel. I turned the corner and saw a pond: quiet, serene, with platforms jutting into its waters. “I can literally sit in the pond and write!” I thought.

The park and I were a match made in GPS heaven. I couldn’t stop myself from parking

So much dense green: an unfamiliar sight for this Californian

and taking a few moments to enjoy the setting.

Several mornings later, I found myself back at this park – which I had discovered was called the Ellanor C. Lawrence Park after the wife of a one-time-magazine publisher who donated the land to the city with a caveat being they must keep the grounds in their natural, normal habitat.

Little could make me happier. The next time I visited, I had a plan. Well, I sort of had a flexible, “let’s see what will happen next” sort of plan.

Unfamiliar birds kept me company along the path in the untried to me park. I didn't know it at the time, but this park is home to 133 species of birds throughout the year. One of my new bird friends had feathers of deep bright orange, the embers in the fireplace before you call it a night.

Birdcalls I haven’t heard in decades reach my ears as the leaves whisper, “Hush…. “ to anyone who was listening.

“Toot a loo à Toot a loo à”, says one bird, getting faster and faster until a response comes, “tweet a, tweet a, tweet a.”

I tucked myself away on this bench to "converse" with some of the 133 bird species at the park.

I discovered if I kept my eyes steady, the birds would fly into my line of vision. It seemed when I tried to visually hunt them down, they all disappeared. When I relaxed and stayed still, they were friendly and happy to show me their feathers in yellow, in grey, in black, in ecru and naturally that bold orange, completely different from the finches I feed at home who are also a bold, bold orange.

There was a small, peeping bird. Her call sounded cricket-like and her flight floated up and down and down and up.

I wondered if my hearing had improved or maybe it is just my listening that has become heightened.

I heard birds' feet: those of a yellow breasted bird chased by another yellow breasted bird. They feasted on the shavings of a fallen tree, completely unseen by the jogger who made her way down the same path I was on. The path was moist, not muddy but moist. It called me to the pond but my feet danging aloft from the high bench where I sat whining inside at the thought. My feet, my butt, my heart wanted to stay on the bench, listening.

It was a grey bird with a yellow head that became my magnet as he flew past my ear down the path.

I was surprised as I came out the other side I was at the same place I started two days ago when I first visited Ellanor C. Lawrence Park. The pond, the same nearly covered pond, the same bridge over the creek, the same zen feeling.

I never travel without a notebook. So many insights to record!

I laughed at myself and the situation, sat at the handy picnic table and started to write.

When I created a schedule for my trip to the Washington DC area, I didn’t know this tucked away park existed, yet it became one of the highlights of my trip.

The next time you travel, leave space for surprising locations to call you to attention.

These in-the-moment adventures may be the exact jaunt you really need to take.

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Excuse Me, Where is Union Station? Help Me to Find the Monuments in Moonlight Tour, PLEASE!

The Washington Monument is under restoration, I am told. I have many memories of it as a child and I sort of like the Under Construction look.

The first night we arrived in the Washington, DC area, I knew exactly what we had to do: the Monuments by Moonlight Tour it would be.

 

 I found about the tour in an article about the best thing to do with teens in Washington. I knew I wouldn’t have much time with Emma during her week at the National Youth Leadership Forum,  so I knew I would have to be choosy. She was very excited to be in DC and wanted to see as much as she could squeeze in.

I felt confident because I had my GPS and reportedly there was parking at Union Station so instead of hopping on the Metro, I decided to drive instead.

First mistake.

Watch for the article I plan to write in praise of the metro system and leaving your car parked at an outlying metro station to explain more about a much better solution than driving around DC.

There was quite a bit of traffic as we got into the city and my heart was literally pounding as I saw such memorable sites I had not seen for decades. The GPS told us we would get to Union Station right on time to be early for our tour. We had the address but where was the Union Station? I kept driving in circles.

I pulled into a parking lot where the attendant just looked at me and shook his head, trying to prevent me from approaching at all. “Where is Union Station?” I asked him, trying to smile with my not-so-deranged tourist face. He pointed and told me behind that building over there.

I drove around that building over there and yes, there was this really cool white

Washington DC's Untion Station, Second in size only to Grand Central Station in New York City

building there, but it didn’t have numbers or names on it and besides that, it was on the wrong side of the street from the address I had. Any building as important as the Union Station would have a huge sign for goofy tourists like me, right?

 

Second mistake. Don’t expect things to be the way they are at home. Perhaps other people would recognize the building.

I drove around again. I saw one of the trolleys that looked like the one in the Monuments by Moonlight advertisements. Yes, I did the mortifying: I drove beside her and rolled down my window. “Excuse me, where can I catch your tour?” The driver raised her finger and pointed in the vague direction of that big, lovely, old white building.

I moved again in that direction and we were now ten minutes late to our recommended arrival time.

There it was, sitting on the throne of the traffic circle so I decided I would drive the other way around it to see if I could figure out where the heck the Union Station might be.

That was the first thing I did right. As you may have guessed, the beautiful white building was the Union Station and by following a road that looked like the absolute wrong road to follow, I found the parking. Emma and I raced through Union Station with me asking nearly every person who worked at a kiosk we ran passed, “Is this the way to the tour buses?” and “Are we on the right way to the tour buses?”

We found the trolley right as my bladder felt it was about to explode. The first gentlemen told me to get on now, a stop would have a rest room but a second gentlemen looked at my face and said, “Why don’t you just run in over there and we’ll wait a few more minutes.”

I looked at him and said, “You are my hero!” I didn’t know where Emma was as I dashed to the restroom inside the gorgeous white building I now knew was the Union Station.

Once I calmed into my seat of the trolley, the tour was excellent.

Our driver was so knowledgeable and she referred to herself as a historian, which naturally I appreciated.

A Poignant Moment: Monuments by Moonlight Tour: Nurses Memorial

I learned new things and revisited old favorite monuments – saw the Lincoln monument two nights before it was vandalized – and saw some new to me monuments: the Nurses memorial and the Eleanor/Franklin Delano Roosevelt memorial is another.

 

Tears rose up repeatedly as the historian behind the wheel (who some would call tour guide) referred to the legislative branch of our government as YOUR house. It felt good to feel good about being an American.

The next time you find your way to the United States Capital, I would heartily recommend taking a bus tour. Many depart from Union Station, which is that big building that looks like this:  Yes, there is parking in the rear but really consider taking the metro. It is easy to master and good for the environment as well as your nerves.

Most of all enjoy your travels, wherever they take you!

 

 

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Today - Binge in a Healthy Way - for the Love of Words

I woke this morning at precisely 3:57 a.m.

I was wide awake before my eyes read the time on my cell phone and I knew there was no getting sleep back.

It is strange to be homesick for a place you’ve never lived. I am back here, though, back at this place I have called home for more than two decades. I have been reminded repeatedly to pay attention and listen. I can take that absolutely literally and be astonished by the crow having a love fest of sound behind me. I can also say I am noticing I let my coffee get cold again before I could fully enjoy it. Or the motorcycle, I am guessing from the sound of Japanese origin: I just heard that.

I can also tell myself to pay attention to what is in front of me now in my day rather than continue to lean into what was there for me last week.

I seriously drenched myself in physical literary loveliness.

It was like a binge on word-love. It was a healthy, hearty binge yet it was a binge nonetheless.

I texted a friend in Bakersfield, “This is ridiculous. I am driving past small town after small town of wonderfulness.”

This comment was from someone who loves the urban lifestyle and has adapted to the Bakersfield way of life as well. Small towns – village or hamlet style – are not my usual favorite.

What can be said by just happening by the birthplace of WEB Du Bois, Susan B. Anthony, and Edith Wharton’s summer home all in an afternoon? For reference – we are talking about the founder of the NAACP, a legendary suffragette and a Pulitzer Prize writer who was at the forefront of the literary scene during the gilded age of America.

I return to Bakersfield and as I drove my daughter to school this morning, came upon this bouquet of shopping carts. I looked out the window of my car and said, “Look, look at all the colors! Oh, this is a photo that wants to be taken!” The early morning light drenched the gossiping shopping carts with showers of new beginnings.

I see it as a different sort of literary loveliness.

Who am I to judge the value of The Mount or a tidy Victorian home on Great Barrington, Massachusetts with a shanty town of shopping carts, surrounding a cracked mirror and overgrown grasses?

Both and all are poetry, simply different flavors and available to be seen only by the eyes who are ready to see them.

Frankly, I found Edith Wharton’s Mount to be pretentious and boorish. The pet cemetery was charming but oh, the social good that could be done with such abundance – given the right administrator, perhaps. I enjoyed the more modest home of WEB DuBois as well as another home I visited last week, one which belonged to Harriet Beecher Stowe.

I mean to leave you with one noticing, however, rather than a listing of places I have been recently.

There is poetry in all of it.

There is poetry in the arrangement of trash, in the remains from today’s poverty, homelessness and drug addiction.

There is poetry in conspicuous consumption.

There is poetry on wide open country lanes and crowded, multilingual neighborhoods.

Our eyes and our ears and our observations – and the opinions we bring to the page that make the difference.

What poetry are you experiencing today?

If nothing comes to your awareness, look differently.

Poetry may be in the glasses beside the keyboard, the coffee mug, the barking dog, the lace curtains.

There is poetry in all of it.

This post is Number 13 of 30 and was inspired by the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I fell behind due to my travels and am hoping hoping hoping to catch up. Please give me some extra TLC via commenting, etc - as I will need it as I write write write for the next week or so!

Throughout the month I will be posting writing and creativity tips especially to make your writing (and your writing experience!) better.

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The Sweet Memories of Getting Lost on a Family Roadtrip

Today's post was inspired by this prompt from the folks at Scintilla Project. " Talk about where you were going the day you got lost. Were you alone? Did you ever get to where you were going?

If my GPS were human I would marry it. I don’t know what I would do without it, seriously.

It shows me faster ways to get places, warns me if traffic is ahead and lets me choose an alternate path, it is even patient with me when I inadvertently go the wrong way.

I started using a handheld GPS on road trips with my children.

One day in the wilds of Butte, Montana the GPS we called Pete took us onto a private ranch road. I was scared a crazed rancher with a long shot gun was going to chase after me, taking my children hostage and feeding them to a hungry buffalo or whatever big, meat eating animal roams around those parts of the country. I turned back. Pete was

The Beauty of the Montana Sky took my breath away. Photos can't capture that feeling it gives off....

not amused. He kept saying, "Take a U-Turn as soon as possible!”

Over and over again as the widest most beautiful sunset was taking place all around us we were told, "Take a U-Turn as soon as possible" we found our way back to our funky motel. Butte’s name was quite a joke for my children. We still laugh about it. Samuel was seven at the time and any sort of “naughty body part” humor had him in stitches and he repeated it over and over and over again.

My favorite “ohmigawsh, we’re lost!” took place outside Cambridge, Massachusetts when we were trying to get to my friend, Pegi’s house in Hyannis on Cape Cod. I can still see the road in front of me: it was one of those chaotic stretches of highway which is like a doorway to roads in every direction and if you take the wrong one, you can pretty much be guaranteed a heckuva long detour.

We went into a tunnel – with me praying I made the right choice and then, we lost our

Yes - once the worry of "Well Guys, We're on our own!" we had a lovely Easter Celebration in Cape Cod

GPS signal. The girls and I moaned. We then went silent until Samuel, now nine and completely logical declared, “Well, guys, it looks like we are on our own!” which made the girls and I grown and laugh hysterically. We popped out of the tunnel, the GPS received its signal again and we were exactly where we were supposed to be.

Why is it the getting lost or almost getting lost or going the wrong way stories seem to wind up as favorite stories to tell later? They’re often more memorable than all the well thought out plans: the National Park, the amusement park, the beach. Those activities become fuzzy, but sitting in the car together laughing and moaning as we sit close together, wide-eyed while sipping on both wonder and worry live forever.

 

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Tickety Tockety Journeying Offety

It is time, once again, for Stream of Consciousness Sunday. I had a long day yesterday, so I am praying for quiet time writing, creating and just being... with maybe some laundry & chores thrown in just for pleasure?

Anyway - today's totally optional prompt from Jana's Thinking Place  is....

Journey

When I got my new car this Fall, the first thing I thought was, “Roadtrips! I can take roadtrips!”

This, after Samuel insisted last year his limit was four days.

I keep hoping he will grow out of it because I love road trips with my family so much I can’t imagine not taking them because he is going through a prepubescent – hopefully not lifelong – phase. Emma is almost ready to start planning her post-junior-year college touring junket, so unless Samuel wants to stay behind in Bakersfield, he needs to agree to spend longer than four days on a road trip. It will be more like four weeks or longer.

My fingers stop moving. I can feel my thoughts bumping into a wall.

It feels too big and onerous (not sure if that’s the right word) to launch myself over right now. I know I have nearly eighteen months to work it out, but with a child living on the autism spectrum one must pre-plan for everyone’s sanity and enjoyment of whatever journey we take together.

I hear the television in the background. It is a former American Idol contestant talking about weight watchers. I want quiet. I hear another commercial. I want to journey without other people watching television within my writing earshot.

I want to journey on more literary paths, perhaps for writers I have yet to discover. I want to take those back roads others don’t know about much. I want to journey into my own unknown. I keep writing, twenty four seconds on this journey.

Tickety tockety time is uppity.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post At Jana's Thinking Place.
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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I Didn't Get to These in 2012, but I have great hopes for 2013. What did you plan to do but didn't?#reverb12

This Reverb prompt is from... Besottment/Paper Relics. Think about the way you might respond.

What was something you planned to do in 2012 but didn't?
What was it, and why did you not accomplish it?

Primarily my plans were about places I wanted to go and didn’t get to go there.

My family’s Great Southwest Roadtrip was cut in half. No Albuquerque and Santa Fe or Denver. We went to lots of places, yes, but I would have enjoyed immersing myself in Zion and at least take a driving tour of Bryce Canyon!

The good thing about Bryce and Zion is they are only about eight hours away, so I will go back sooner rather than later.

I also thought I would go to Dana Point this Summer and certainly the Bay Area and I had hoped to visit my parents in Flagstaff. We were supposed to spend Christmas there, but that plan was halted as well. The latter was due to a family gathering for my parent's sixtieth anniversary in San Diego, so it is cool... though I still smart a bit from not being able to go for the first time in 15 years! I wish the party was in Flagstaff!

I haven’t been to the Bay Area since April and I haven’t visited Dana Point at all.

My nemesis was, as always, time, time, time and being a Mom, looking for what my children need first, all the time.

I also planned to work more this Fall, but with my melanoma… I almost didn’t want to bring that up… but alas, it is so. I may need more surgery in January, but I have decided even with that I will do my virtual work: teleclasses, ecourses, etc.

I’m looking forward to a healthy – or at least more aware of my physical as well as my spiritual, emotional and creative needs.

What did you plan to do but didn't?

Happy Reverbing, My Loves!

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What Do You Want to Not Forget (Because You Want to Remember it Fully) from 2012

Hope asks her group of Reverb12 folks to do this: 

Name Five things I want to remember from 2012.

1. 1.       The way it felt to be cheated on… or to find out I was being cheated on… by someone I never dreamed would cheat on me. I want to remember this so that I will never, ever, ever feel it again and yes – the person in question is still in my life. We are working through it and if this is stupid of me, I will know soon enough and will save our grand finale as a birthday gift to myself.
2. 2.       I don’t want to forget running through downtown between shows I was in. I put my costume for Marat/Sade on in one theater and with my curly hair flying I ran in corset, layers of layers and jumped in my car to get to that next theater. It is the closest to being Cinderella I will ever get.
3. 3.       I do not want to forget being in Mesa Verde National Park with my children.
4. 4.       I do not want to forget Emma’s continuing success in school, especially when she won the statewide journalism award.
5. 5.       I do not want to forget how it feels to have Katherine in Scotland for a semester and the fact I now wish she could stay longer, for her own sake. I don’t like having six thousand miles, a continent and an ocean between us, but I certainly hope she is sucking the marrow out of each moment in Edinburgh and beyond.

 

At Mesa Verde National Park with my girls

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My Most Significant Expenditure in 2012: Finally, finally, finally....

My intention for this Australian version of Reverb12 is to complete the writing near bedtime on the American day before the prompt is to be written. Last night, however, was consumed with driving a bunch of high school choir member from gig-to-gig and as soon as I got home, my son wanted (deservedly) attention so I didn't get to this until... now.

And in the spirit of Reverbing - that is JUST fine!

Kat's prompt for today: Your most significant spend?

What was your most significant expenditure in 2012?

My most significant expenditure was also the most pricey one. I am now the proud owner of a 2012 Mazda CX5.

I have not had a brand new car in this millennium. I have not had a brand new car since the last decade of the past millennium. I have bought some great second hand cars. I have been cool with that, primarily because I know about how brand new cars lose value as soon as I put a mile on them blah blah blah but getting this brand new car opens so many options for me.

I am a lover of road trips.

Four years ago my children and I set out on a cross country road trip and our car broke down – blown transmission – in the middle of South Dakota. This curtailed what was to be a fantastic adventure. As soon as I even thought about buying this new car I thought, “ROADTRIP!”

I have my first cross country trip planned for Summer 2014. Everything will be under warranty then, so I will have that feeling of safety as we set out this time.

This was such an easy prompt for me.

I am grateful for each and all of you reading. Thank you for sharing the end of 2012 with me!

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SOC Sunday: Roughing It - Definitely Needs to Be Introduced at a Young Age

Perfect moment for some stream of consciousness writing.

I wish I taught my children about roughing it earlier in their lives. It is something that doesn’t translate into fifteen-year-old Emma’s vocabulary at all. Maybe if she falls in love with the right man some day it will, but for now I have to beg her or look completely pitiful for her to join me on even the easiest paved paths.

We went to Zion National Park this Summer and she waited in the car. She didn’t get out to check out incredible rock formations at The Arches National Park. I am planning to lure her to Yosemite this January with snow. I’m not going to mention anything like “The Great Outdoors” because… well, then she’ll turn off to it.

I, on the other hand, love sleeping outdoors. I actually love sleeping on wood platforms. A bunch of people in sleeping bags, my sleeping bag and me make for an absolutely lovely night’s sleep. It is natural: you are on a platform preparing to sleep and people start sharing stories they wouldn’t normally share. It is like the Kumbaya of sleep situations.

I haven’t done it for years, but the last time I did it was on a porch in Shaver Lake. We were sheltered a little bit by a roof overhang, but it drizzled and not one of us took our sleeping bags and went inside. Did I mention I knew none of these people before that yet after our sleeping bag, outside with no ceiling slumber party we were all fast friends.

My eldest daughter, Katherine, proclaimed she would start her children roughing it at a very young age. I hope she sticks to her word, because once that strong opinion begins, I haven’t found a way to getting it back.

(Timer sings!)

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (find it at Jana's Thinking Place). .
• Link up your post there, too.
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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Oh, how I appreciate the Sierra Club & US National Park System

August 12 from the Summer Blog Challenge: What's an eco-friendly organization that you could get behind and support?

The organization with an eco-friendly mindset I support whole heartedly is the Sierra Club as well as the US National Park system.

I visited John Muir’s home in 2009. It was awe-opening. I could literally feel his presence there. I stood across from the desk where he wrote all his books. It buzzed.

He had such a passion for wilderness. I do, too.

When I was on vacation recently, I got an annual pass to any and all US National Parks. What does this mean? I will be visiting as many as possible. On Vacation I visited Zion, The Arches, and Mesa Verde. I live relatively close to Sequoia and Yosemite. Once kids are back in school I will go to both of them and in October there is a cool program at Zion I want to attend.

It is so cool how the National Parks weave eco-friendly practices into the park culture.

They made ME think and helped me change my practice with water bottles. No more bottled water, on with reusable bottles I can add filtered water to instead. Over and over and over again.

It seems the generation beneath me has so much gusto for all things eco-friendly. Grateful to move beyond consumerism to environmental awareness.

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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.

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