40 years married to Michelle aka ‘Mimi’. Pacific Crest Trail section hiker. A pinch of golf, a dash of alpine skiing, a smidgen of nordic skiing, a spoonful of working the soil in our June St. gardens. Enjoys grocery shopping and good conversation. Read more Hood River, Oregon
  • Day 42

    Home Sweet Home …an epilogue

    August 5, 2023 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 84 °F

    Grandma Ella had a ceramic plate hanging on the wall in her Morton Street home that was a source of curiosity to Boxer. ‘The words ‘Home sweet Home’ were painted on the plate and there was a small house with smoke coming out of the chimney.
    Nearly 70 years later I have found a new appreciation for those words. My time in Europe was enlightening, invigorating and deeply rewarding… coming back has helped me understand why home and family are so important and impactful in my life.
    I am looking forward to more opportunities to hike with Joe Hoppe.
    To enhancing the bond between myself and Michael’s soulmate Kathy (and her family). While staying connected to Ellen’s legacy with Mike MInert.
    I am grateful to have a chance to be a part of the ‘littles’ lives…Bridger, Alpi and Waves.
    To watch with envy (and a critical eye) the constantly evolving look of the lives of their parents.
    And most importantly a renewed appreciation for the relationship I have with Mimi…

    Note: in the photo caption Bridger's name does not appear...he is our version of 'find Waldo'
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  • Day 41

    If you can’t be with the one you love

    August 4, 2023 in the Netherlands ⋅ 🌙 59 °F

    Love the place your at…that has been my signpost for this six week trek in Europe. Boxer was well outside of his comfort zone at times and more than once was watched over by a guiding force.
    As this adventure progressed he became more confident in his ability to adapt to the environment and challenges he faced.
    Quite frankly he was more than happy to be able to get to Glasgow and find the hotel he and Joe Hoppe were staying at before heading to the West Highland Way. Just to have a familiar face to trek with the next seven days to was comforting. We met some interesting folks along the way. Jill, the middle school art teacher from McMinnville who was trekking the WHW alone as a tribute to her partner who had passed away at a young age. The mother and son duo were doing it for the the second time. And others too numerous to mention between Scotland and the Südtirol of northern Italy over the next six weeks.
    The flight back to west coast was filled with the anticipation of a reunion with Mimi and the ‘littles’ including Waves who Boxer missed more than he thought possible.
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  • Day 40

    Arrivederci Castelrotto/Südtirol

    August 3, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 75 °F

    I had only an idea of what to expect when I arrived in the German speaking Italian town of Castelrotto 12 days ago. My plan was to day hike this region of the Dolomites using only the map that had been sent to me from the Castelrotto tourism office. With the exception of last Sunday I achieved that goal. The fact that Peter and Steph joined me for 8 days was a huge motivator, too.
    Boxer had a few takeaways from his stay: 1) on trails that allow bikes “peddle assist” (e-bikes) out numbered mtb’s.👇 2) the hiking/walking attire was a level above…hiking shorts and boots v shorts and trail shoes. 3) automobiles were as fashionable as the attire…not a older model to be seen and few pickups, especially given that this is/was a farming area. (No Subi’s either) 4) cigarettes are just as popular as the rest of Europe. 5) shops, banks and service businesses close everyday from noon to 3PM.
    Boxer did enjoy the food…the cabbage salads, the soups (inside of rolls,) the single sized (unsliced) pizza, the dumplings (filled with speck and cheese dappled with butter) and especially the hot raspberries with vanilla ice cream.
    Boxer made the train in Bolzano headed to Milan. The first half of the three hour journey was in a valley not more than two miles wide. With vineyards from high on the hills down to the valley floor. The rest of the trip to Milan was similar to the Willamette Valley. After a train change Boxer was heading west to Geneva and a brief passage through the Swiss Alps, unfortunately the pictures from the train were not great. Shortly after the route drops down to Lake Geneva to circumnavigate to Geneva.
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  • Day 39

    Penultimate day in the Südtirol

    August 2, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ⛅ 66 °F

    The weather again dictated the trek Boxer was going to take. Although, he had a specific area and path in mind. If there was a favorite trail in Alpi di Suisi the the Hans and Paula Steger Wey was it. It had all the ingredients; it was located in Saltria region, a place to stay and ski out of in the winter. There were a couple of refuges or rifugi (IT) to stop and have a meal if so inclined and there was my favorite hut that could be rented. The Unterfinser Hütte, small and eclectic with a beautiful view of the Sassos Plato and Longo.
    The trail was named for two alpine skiing and mountain climbing legends who moved to the Alpi di Suisi area after WWII. They built and operated a hotel here for the rest of their lives.
    Boxer found the trail moderately difficult, and fittingly appropriate.
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  • Day 38

    Michael on my mind and more

    August 1, 2023 in Italy ⋅ 🌧 66 °F

    It is somewhat unusual for Boxer to spend time in a church, but today I found solitude in the Castelrotto Parish Church, the “Dome on the Mountain”.
    Michael would have turned double 7’s today.
    There are few things I remember from my childhood, one was being an acolyte in the Episcopal church in Ashland following Michael’s footsteps. Michael and I both were child actors at the Shakespeare Festival, usually the lone one in the particular play. And days at the large swimming pools - Twin Plunges. The fact that I am six years younger made being close difficult. I was mostly annoying to him and when Ellen was added to the equation he was looking for a way to leave home. We will spread his ashes in the arboretum he created soon.
    After an hour of silence, I got the much needed hair and eyebrow trim. Tonight is the Hëxennachte (GR) or Notte delle Streghe (IT) - “Witches Night” in the same plaza as last night’s festival. More music and desserts.
    As I was walking up to the venue the sky cleared from the earlier thunderstorm and allowed the setting sun to shine it’s light on Castelrotto and the surrounding Dolomiti.
    The only thing missing is sharing this experience with my family…
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  • Day 37

    Pflugerhof to Festa dei canederli

    July 31, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☁️ 68 °F

    Boxer lived in both the Italian and German cultures today, but the Germanic influence was dominant.
    Visited Pflegerhof a herb, vegetable and flower farm - they produce medicinal herbs, as well. The variety of tomatoes was also a major source of their business. After wandering through their fields I purchased some seeds for future planting.
    The St Vigil Golf Club was a mile walk back towards Siusi…on a one way road that allowed two way traffic. The only thing Boxy purchased was a appetizer plate and a beer.
    The highlight of the day was the Knödelfest (GR)/Festa dei canederli (IT) or the Festival of dumplings. Long tables were set up in the plaza by the church and guests were treat to music ‘belted out’ by the Schlern Wind duo while they sampled dumplings and beer. Boxer felt right at home …if only he knew some German to sing along!!
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  • Day 36

    PS PS postscript to Peter and Steph

    July 30, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ⛅ 57 °F

    Just as they arrived in the middle of the night they departed for Milan and the long flight home to rendezvous with the ‘littles’
    Boxer conversely was going to take a much needed rest day! And explore the hamlet of Castelrotto, visit the tourist information office, find the location where he could launder his clothes, find a salon and maybe a pedicure for his weary feet.
    Castelrotto is quaint, with just a few eateries, so the Eurospar and Konsum grocery stores are quite popular. More in a later blog about this ‘hideaway’ in the Südtirol
    Today I took pictures of the grade school that serves this farming community turned vacation destination. Boxer suggested in a conversation with Mimi that the Springdale school in Corbett might be a candidate for the murals painted by students.
    The balance of the day was spent exploring by bus St. Oswald area northwest and down valley from Castelrotto, it was directly north of the area that P+S and I descended from the Rifuglio Bolzano. I enjoyed seeing this place so much that I plan to visit it again tomorrow.
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  • Day 35

    The frenzied and muddled rendezvous

    July 29, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ⛅ 75 °F

    Today is the last full day Peter and Steph are in this German speaking part of Italy.
    After packing they headed for the southeastern end of the Alpe di Siusi section of the Dolomite’s. My plan was to rendezvous with them at some point in the afternoon. The best of intentions evolved into a constantly changing marker as to where we would meet.
    Boxer had intended to explore the same area without taking the trail they were trekking on.This plan was curtailed when the Ciamponoi gondola experienced mechanical difficulties.
    Boxer took a bus back toward Castelrotto and a trail that would take him toward Malga Schafstallhutte, a favorite refuge, where the food is good and the beer is cold. The trail he chose was fine to begin with but the closer he got to the rendezvous point the more the trail seem to disappear. It was from the looks of it a seldom use path. At one point the trail just came to an abrupt end, necessitating Boxer to bushwhack his way to a paved road. This would lead to a chairlift ride to a trail that he was sure would intersect with his companions.
    Meanwhile P+S were trekking below the Sasso Longo listening to a guided party being serenaded by an alphorn. I took the Marinzen chairlift from Castelrotto and the #12 trail west to a place I felt our paths would cross. We scrubbed the planned refuge for the Marinzen hutte and a couple of Radler ‘s.
    Note: in a stroke of irony I gave the moniker of Radler to an coworker at Weyerhaeuser - Rick Adler -many years ago…he is no longer with us and missed
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  • Day 34

    Ode to Radler

    July 28, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 66 °F

    As promised today was going to morph between a stroll in a high alpine meadow to hiking carefully through switchbacks on the northeast face of the Sciliar. Lunching at the Bolzano hut, (more on that later) and a steep descent to Fie Allo Sciliar.
    Boxer has become proficient at calculating meters to feet as a self preservation tool. He uses the Gmarti rule - multiplying the number of meters by 3.27 (Marti's birthday) to come up with feet.
    Today we started at 1850m, dropped down into a valley, then scaled up 800m to Bolzano hut.
    This particular mountain hut has no road to it. The only way that food and alcohol is available is by a cable system from above Fie Allo Sciliar. In addition the servers live at this hut for two months (and longer) at a time.
    After meeting up with S+P for lunch we all made the three hour trek down to the catch a bus back to our Garni and a hot shower before a refreshing swim.
    Note: along the way we passed 3 more refuges one in particular was memorable. See video
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  • Day 33

    Tranquility with a dash of hubris

    July 27, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 68 °F

    With twelve hours of sleep I was ready to explore another area of Alpe di Suisi. Today the plan was to use “lift assist” from Castelrotto to the start of a trail that would lead to Bullaccia, an alpine meadow with multiple huts to visit. I just had to choose which one I was going to lunch at.
    The chairlift reminded Boxer of those at Multorpor/SkiBowl… no high speed quad. The views were special, although Boxer worried about dropping his iPhone from lift while trying to get that perfect shot…
    The hike was the antithesis of yesterday’s climb. Forested most of the way with good tread and spectacular views to the west and the icon of the region the Sciliar. The carrot at the end of the walk was lunch at Baita Tschotsch Alm.
    Steph and Peter were exploring a different area of Alpe di Siusi, so Boxer was able to trek at a more familiar pace…
    After lunch I retraced my route back to the Marinzen hut and a chairlift ride back to Castelrotto, sit by the pool and even do some grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner. And mentally prepare for tomorrow’s game plan…
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