Beautiful Margaret River

Cosy Corner After Perth, after Fremantle, after Rottnest Island and Penguin Island, Emmett and I made our way down the coast to the lovely Margaret River area. We originally anticipated only spending two nights/three days there but we were so enamored by the area, that we spent an extra day and night. Beaches, forests, cliffs, KANGAROOS!!, stunning scenery wherever you are, Margaret River is the Napa Valley of Western Australia.

Shelley Beach

Cape Naturaliste Trail

But it wasn't just the wine and the scenery that compelled us to stay another night, it was our accommodations! We stayed at Burnside Bungalows which is set on 15 hectares of organic farmland. Lara and Jamie, our hosts, grow avocados, macadamias, capers, grapes for wine and olives for olive oil. The only herbicide/pesticide they use are chickens, geese, guinea fowl, and pigs, which are also their fertilizer! They have a huge vegetable and herb garden, which all guests are free to take from. I "shopped" twice a day...in the morning for breakfast and the evening for dinner. The bungalows were incredibly comfortable with a great kitchen and living area and a huge patio overlooking a lush yard with lots of flowers, birds, trees, and wildlife.

Burnside Bungalow at night

Roos in yard

When not enjoying our time at the bungalow, we explored the Margaret River area and saw right whales and dolphins, watched a boogieboard competition, hiked a portion of the Cape to Cape Track, walked beaches (and had wine and lunch on them), visited a lighthouse, walked through karri forests, took scenic drives, fed chickens, and had happy hour with the local kangaroos. Don't believe all this is possible in such a short amount of time? Check out the photos and videos below for proof that it is!

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Marbling Class

One of the reasons I headed up to the East Bay last weekend was to take a paper marbling class offered through the San Fran Center for the Book. I was incredibly disappointed in the class itself but did manage to produce a few neat-o sheets of marbled paper. Flower Power

Swirly

Ode to the Vikings

Yellow Invasion

I love marbling and plan on spending most of the winter doing it. I'll be setting up a marbling studio in January so anyone interested in playing with paint, water, and free-spirited design, just give me a buzz and come on over and join me. Marbling is incredibly addicting, however. You've been warned.

Fairies, Hearts, and Crests on Penguin Island

Heading out to Penguin Island As much as Emmett wanted to snorkel Rottnest Island, I wanted to kayak out to Penguin Island, part of the Shoalwater Islands Marine Park and home to the Fairy Penguin and some stunning rock formations. I got my wish as we made our way down to Margaret River where we took a  kayak tour with Rivergods out of a little town called Rockingham.

Heading out to Shag Rock and Seal Island...in a double kayak (also known as the "divorce maker")

Emmett kayaking

Shag Rock

On Penguin Island

Fairy Penguin Feeding

Fairy Penguin

Taking a walk around the island.

More funky limestone rock formations.

Crested Terns

Another view of the Crested Terns

Penguin Island Chitons

More funky rocks on Penguin Island

Barb and Emmett on Penguin Island

Penguin under the boardwalk

Seagull eggs

Heading back to the mainland

Pelicans on Seal Island

And if you're anything like me, then you haven't gotten enough of the Fairy Penguins...so here are a couple of videos of them. Sit back and enjoy...maybe even as much as I did when I was there in person (or in penguin!).

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More from Perth

Landing on Rottnest Island Now that I'm back in L.A. with a few days to myself, I'll catch up on the last round of photos from Perth.

These are from our trip out to Rottnest Island, a car-free island with 63 drop-dead gorgeous beaches and home to a small marsupial called the quokka. Emmett and I took the ferry out to the island, which is 19 km off the shore of Fremantle, for the day where we snorkeled, picnicked, strolled, and toasted.

Salmon Bay

Suit up!

Salmon Bay

Emmett snorkeling Little Salmon Bay

Our second snorkeling spot...Little Salmon Bay

Osprey nest.

Quokka sighting!

Quokka perspective

Walking between beaches.

Fish Hook Bay

Fish Hook Bay

Fish Hook Bay

King Skink

Emmett snorkeling at Geordie Bay.

Fay's Bay

Happy Barb

Cheers to Rottnest!

And in case you didn't get enough of the quokkas, here's a short video of a baby one. It was obsessed with people's feet and shoes. So. Cute!

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Birthday Celebration

Happy Birthday to Me! I ushered in my "official" 40th birthday this weekend (as opposed to the kick-off celebration back in August) with a trip to the East Bay (a.k.a. Oakland/Emeryville/Berkeley). Emmett was to join me but had a last-minute meeting in San Fran on Friday so I spent that day exploring parks in the area on my own. I was not disappointed. The views back toward San Fran and the Marin Headlands as well as the Berkeley Hills from the three different parks I visited were beautiful.

By Friday evening, Emmett had joined me and we spent the rest of the weekend eating at the plethora of vegan restaurants in the area, enjoying breakfast and happy hour from the deck of our hotel room which overlooked the bay, having breakfast with our friend Nady who recently moved to Berkeley to go to law school, and spending time at Point Pinole Regional Park. Oh, and putting up with the mostly obnoxious Raiders fans at the Oakland airport on Sunday. Wow...stereotypes exist for a reason and these guys and gals did NOT disappoint! Interesting people, that’s for sure. But at least they are passionate about something and willing to pursue fun in its name!

Thanks to everyone for their birthday wishes! I'm lovin' 40 so far and can't wait for the rest of the decade to unfold.

Cheers!

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Restaurant Review

Vinh Loi Tofu Curry Mock Duck

Vinh Loi Tofu: Home Never Tasted so Good

Unpretentious, fresh, flavorful, and Vietnamese—when the food at a restaurant mirrors the style and personality of the chef-owner, you’re in for a real treat. And that’s just what you get at vegan hot-spot Vinh Loi Tofu.

Located in the corner unit of a tiny shopping plaza in Reseda, Vinh Loi is an eatery, tofu factory, and specialty Asian grocery store all in one. Kevin Tran, who opened the place eight years ago with his wife, is as constant a presence as the flow of customers. Based behind the podium-sized counter Saturday night, he masterfully took phone orders, greeted regulars, delivered food to tables, and even walked outside, phone in hand, to wave down a new customer looking for the place.

“This is not a restaurant,” he candidly tells me. “It’s my home.”

It certainly feels that way when you walk into the brightly lit, small-but-welcoming space. Walls are painted a warm mustard and accented by the ubiquitous red paper lanterns seen in most Asian restaurants. A dozen two-person tables, some pushed together to accommodate larger groups, fill a square space in the front of the unit while the back houses the kitchen and grocery store. Customers spill into narrow aisles, politely maneuvering their way toward refrigerators filled with take-away mock meats, fresh coconut, kombucha, and homemade soy milk.

Everyone is visibly happy here—from the staff, many of whom have been with Tran from the beginning, to the customers, who accept the close quarters and informal table settings as part of the homey-charm Tran boasts of. How could they not be? Portions are large, prices are reasonable, and the food is the perfect balance of interesting without being cumbersome. Vinh Loi makes its own tofu and most of the mock meats featured in its MSG-free dishes. Entrees are brought out to the table one at a time, as they are made. No heat lamps in this establishment.

The menu features over 100 items. But don’t panic. If you don’t know where to start, just ask a fellow patron. When Emmett and I were there one Saturday night, we found several people eager to tell us what their favorite dishes were. Or invite Tran to pick out a meal for you, which he will do so confidently after a few preference questions. You may end up with a dish that isn’t even on the menu, having been created by Tran just that day and never to be served again.

The stars of the extensive menu are the soups and the noodle dishes. My favorite is the Curry Duck Soup, whose spicy coconut broth teases you with a hint of peanut. The texturally divine Bun Bo Hue soup is the house specialty with a clear broth that allows the rice noodles, lemongrass tofu, shiitake mushroom, and mock chicken and beef to shine. Soups are served with a garnish plate, piled high with fresh, crunchy toppings such as bean sprouts, julienned red and green cabbages, whole mint leaves on the stem, and lime quarters. Noodle dishes with vegetables cooked to tender-crisp perfection are rich and deep in flavor, whether that be with curry, barbecue, or Vinh Loi’s delicate house sauce.

You’d be a fool to go to Vinh Loi and not try their flavored tofu. Deep fried with a golden, crisp exterior; light, fluffy interior; and infused flavors such as lemongrass and chili or shiitake mushroom, it is heaven defined.

Vinh Loi is the type of place where customers unabashedly crane their necks to see what their neighbors ordered. More often than not, you’ll be offered the chance to taste off their plates, as one table did to us and as we did to another couple. Vinh Loi satisfied not just our taste buds but our home-is-where-the-heart-is attitude as well. “I don’t treat customers like customers,” Tran said. “I treat them like friends.” And who couldn’t use another friend in L.A.?

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LOCATION: 18625 Sherman Way #101, Reseda; (818) 996-9779; www.vinhloitofu.com.

PRICE: Soups and Noodles, $8 to $9.50; Salads, $6.50 to $9.50; Spring rolls, $4.50; Subs, $4.50 to $6.50; Rice dishes, $8 to $9.50; Flavored tofu, $1.25 to $3; Desserts, $2.50 to $4. No alcohol.

DETAILS: Open 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. daily. Limited parking in lot, plenty of street parking, free.

Another Round of Flower Photos

Barb loves yellow tulips On the way to Fremantle, Emmett and I stopped off at the Araluen Botanic Park. Have I mentioned that it was wildflower season in Western Australia? Yeah, I thought I have. Well, at Araluen, the tulips (and other spring flowers) were out EN MASSE. Simply stated, it was eye candy. The park is a lovely mix of babbling brooks, manicured gardens, trails through lush woodlands, and open green space. It was an afternoon of delight (but not really in that Starland Vocal Band kind of way...Lori, that's for you!)

I'll let the photos speak for themselves. I dedicate the photo slideshow to Heidi, who is a sucker for not only spring blooms and botanic gardens, but specifically tulips. "Heidi would love this," was a constant comment throughout the day.

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Freeing it in Fremantle

Emmett in Fremantle Our trip to Western Australia was spur-of-the-moment. Emmett came home from work on a Tuesday and told me he had the next two weeks free and he wanted to travel somewhere. Ummm...okay, twist my arm. That night we had narrowed our vacation destination ideas to Maui, Fiji, or Australia. The next day, Wednesday, we decided on Maui. But after thinking about it for 24-hours, we suddenly changed our mind. For both of us, Australia is our spiritual homeland. The idea of having two weeks of vacation time (how often does that happen?) and not spending it somewhere in our beloved adopted home seemed downright wrong. Thursday morning I booked our tickets for a Saturday flight. And away we went.

Fremantle Port

There was little time for researching the area and putting together an itinerary. I managed to get some travel books on Perth and Western Australia before we left but had no time to read them (besides, we knew somewhere in our 30-hours of travel time, we'd crack them open!). There was no Internet research either, except to book a rental car and a hotel in Perth for the first few nights. We were leaving everything else to chance...and weren't worried about it one bit. If there's anything we learned from our previous two trips to Australia, it's that 1) there is ALWAYS something magnificent to see and do (even in the pouring rain) and 2) Aussies are full of from-the-heart, spot-on recommendations. Upon meeting you, an Aussie will ask two questions: "how long are you here for?" and "what have you seen so far?" And from there, they're off! They stand tall, their eyes fill with excitement, and they enthusiastically tell you of two or three of their favorite places to visit or things to see or restaurants to eat at. It's never information overload. And it never feels arrogant, like they are trying to prove something (i.e. that they know the "it" places or that their city is "happening" more than any other city). It's just pure love for what their city/state/country has to offer. In other words, you can trust their advice.

Fremantle Town Hall

This is all to say that we had only a fuzzy idea of where we wanted to go after Perth so we hadn't lined up any lodging and had no set agenda. "Proceed" had been our motto from the beginning of this trip (that's the button you push when you purchase tickets on V Australia)...and that's just what we did. If we didn't like something, we didn't hesitate to move on. If we fell in love with something, we weren't afraid to linger as long as we wanted to. If we didn't know what to do next, we just turned to the closest Aussie and did what they told us to do. We knew it would all be fine. I think part of this confidence came from the fact that despite our last trip to Australia being a complete wash out (worst rain and flooding in 120 years!), it still ranked as one of the best trips we've ever taken. I'm telling you...you can't go wrong with a trip to Australia. You just can't.

Fremantle's Esplanade Park

So after Perth, we headed a full 30-minutes south to the little port town of Fremantle. We initially saw Fremantle simply as the base for our trip to Rottnest Island (you'll see more of that later). But as usual, Australia proved yet again that every town has something to offer. In this case, it was a quaint, old hippy town with great views, great parks, great architecture, great food, and great local brews.

Public art!

Room at Arundel B&B

The bay window

Arundel porch

Genesis Restaurant

Inside Genesis

Genesis Specials of the Day

Our starter...five dips and homemade bread.

Emmett's meal

Barb's meal

Genesis desserts

You can check out more about Genesis here: http://www.genesisinthehills.com.au/

Genesis goods

Dinner at Little Creatures Brewery

View from our table at Little Creatures Brewery

Emmett happily checks out the beer menu at Little Creatures.

Night time at the brewery

Mostly a Post with Flowers (and some ducks and some more beer and pretty night shots of Perth)

King's Park Our first full day was spent wandering Kings Park and Botanic Gardens in Perth's CBD. As I mentioned before, Emmett and I arrived in Western Australia (W.A.) in the middle of their wildflower season so both the park's manicured gardens and bushlands were filled to the brim with blooms. I couldn't have been happier.

Flowers in Kings Park

Wildflower in Kings Park

We saw hundreds of new flowers (new to me, that is) on this trip, not just at Kings Park but throughout Australia. I didn't even try to learn their names. I just soaked up their gorgeousness. People have a tendency to want to label things. I'm guilty of that as much as the next guy. But on this trip, I sat back and took it all in without a care in the world about what something was called. So you're going to see photo captions like, "pretty red flower" and "awesome yellow flower" and "wicked white flower." That's as technical as I got.

Lunch at Kings Park

We spent nearly the entire day at Kings Park. And why not...the weather was beautiful! Sunny and blue skies ruled (quite the opposite of our trip to Brisbane in February which was two solid weeks of rain). And the park had so much to offer, from manicured gardens and wild bushland to outdoor art and beautiful memorials.

Water fountain, art, and the great lawn in Kings Park

Walking through "bushland."

View of Swan River from Kings Park

Ducks!

 

Monument in Kings Park.

After the park, we walked through the city in search of a happy hour spot. We found it at the Lucky Shag. With a name like that, we knew we couldn't go wrong. Numerous beers on tap, waterfront location, and a fun atmosphere, we were right at home.

Happy Hour at the Lucky Shag

View from our table at the Lucky Shag

After happy hour, we headed home on the ferry, which crosses the very stretch of water you see in the photo above. Once on the other side, this was our view back toward the Lucky Shag:

Sun setting on Perth

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Sorting through the Australia Photos

Drinks at Encounter I am having a really hard time narrowing down the gazillion or so photos we took while traveling around Western Australia (W.A.). I really, really want to show off the beauty and spectacularness (yes, I just made up that word) of the place while at the same time take people along for the actual adventures. It's the difference between just posting a few photos of me kayaking and posting photos of me kayaking as well as the island we kayaked around, the flora and fauna we saw, and the people we met while kayaking. You see my dilemma? Fifty photos vs. 250 photos. EACH DAY WE WERE THERE!

On the plane.

I've sort of surrendered to the fact that if I don't just start posting photos, I'll never get it done. So over the next week, I'll be posting photos in no particular organized fashion. Maybe I'll post by activity (aforementioned kayak trip). Maybe I'll post by day or several days or geographic location (Perth, Margaret River). Maybe I'll post by subject (wildflowers, art, food). I don't know. I'm just gonna post and hope you enjoy the ride.

Finally made it to Sydney

Layover Nourishment

Como Beach in Perth

Como Beach Jetty

Pelican at Como Beach

Parakeets along the Swan Estuary Marine Reserve

Public art in Perth.

Sir James Mitchell Park

Barb in Sir James Mitchell Park

Galah Bird

Flowers in bloom.

Emmett at the Como

Pure Blonde Indulgence

Not Usually a Lap Cat

  Who you lookin' at?

 

After returning home from Maine and unpacking, I sat down on my chair to start downloading photos. Not even five seconds went by before Mira climbed up on my lap and stayed there all afternoon. Sleeping. Stretching. Looking up at me. Sighing (it's so cute when she does that). She's generally not a lap cat, preferring her own space on one of the ottomans. But I guess after four weeks of me being gone (Idyllwild, Australia, and Maine) she decided she was going to sit on me to make sure I didn't leave anytime soon.

Don't worry, Mira. I'm home for a while.

For now.

Girls' Getaway in Maine

Popham Beach Stretching out on a plane bound for home, I wiggle my toes and feel sand between them. I smile involuntarily. I know exactly where it came from. Just five hours earlier, I was at Popham Beach on the mid-coast of Maine with my three girlfriends from Minnesota. Walking across the smooth, wet-beige sand under clear skies, taking the chilly, crisp wind head on, looking out at islands and lighthouses—it was just as I imagined autumn in coastal Maine to be. A few gulls landed on the shore while the sun blindingly reflected off the water where the Kennebec and Morse Rivers collided forcefully but comfortably, like two age-old enemies who have been fighting forever but have forgotten why. The air smelled of dune grass and fresh water and nothing else.

It was the perfect end to a five-day girls’ getaway.

This is the third girls’ getaway in as many years with these women. While I’ve known all of them for years (as little as 12 and as many as 23), they have only known each other, in person, through these travels. But you wouldn’t know it if you saw them all together. These women are a natural fit, tapping into something primordial when the four of us meet up annually at a new destination point. It’s as if over they years they absorbed all the stories I’ve shared about them with one another and simply morphed themselves into those memories so that when we get together, they pick up right where things left off, history and all. Little needs to be explained. No back stories are necessary. It’s all just understood.

On the deck of the house we rented - Nan, Steph, me, and Heidi.

I love these women, who bring something different to the table of my life and to our trips. Nan, the always optimist and sweetie and constant happy-hour companion. Heidi, calm and quiet but with a wickedly dry sense of humor. Steph, lighthearted and endearing whose smile will warm your heart even on the worst days of your life. These are “my girls,” as I refer to them when talking with my newly acquired California friends, people I’ve known for less than seven years, acquired after the move from Minnesota. And while it’s more than the number of years I’ve known someone that makes them my friend, there’s something to be said about having “a history” with a person, which somehow trumps anything new regardless of how better that new might be.

As I sat in the backseat of our rented car with Heidi, driving up and down the “fingers” of coastal Maine, Nan the navigator in the front passenger seat and Steph behind the wheel, the disturbing statistic that one in three women will get cancer came to mind. It occurred to me that the reality of flying back to Minnesota to be at one of these women’s side as she fights her way to survival (because none of us will simply roll over when life doesn’t do what we want it to) was all too real. Already, one of us knows she has inherited a disease that plagues her family and it’s only a matter of time before surgeries and treatments will be necessary. I’ve already planned the meals I will make for her and her family whenever she needs me to be there, planned the movies we will watch when she just wants to chill, planned for the taking care of her household when she needs a few quiet moments. Because that is all I know what to do: be there unconditionally and at the drop of a hat for those who mean the world to me.

French Horn toast

But those unsettling thoughts were fast fleeting as I was soon distracted by the demand from the group to pass out car snacks: a couple of Twizzlers followed by a couple of pretzel rods. And then some cheese and crackers. And then some popcorn. And then more distractions from the trip itself: long walks along rocky shores and longer walks along sandy beaches and a really, really long walk through the botanical garden. By morning coffee and horoscope readings down by the river that ran along the back of the house we rented. By lobster rolls for lunch and French Horns for happy hour and ice cream stops whenever. By sailing the Camden harbor and visiting Pemaquid Lighthouse and checking out Reid State Park. By all the silly phrases that make up a new round of inside jokes: “there’s a fungus among us”; “stop, wait, wave”; “the mysteries of the high sea”; “quick wickin’”; “steer clear of the clavicle.” By the candlelight dinner, the one I made for them because it is the best way I know how to show “I love you.” By dancing to Lady Gaga and singing to Neil Diamond. And then by one last stop—Popham Beach—using up every available second we had together.

I know I will take a shower when I get home and the sand between my toes will wash away, but I will always remember the feel of it—rough and scratchy, yet soothing and reassuring—as my plane roars down the runway, sending me high above Maine, and then carrying me away.

Forever Tuesday, Ladies. Forever Tuesday.

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I Have the Best Friends in the World!

Girls' Weekend in MaineThe Santa Fe Four/Savannah Four do MaineBarb, Heidi, Nan, and Steph Reid State Park

Seventy-two hours after our return from Australia, I headed out to Portland, Maine for a girls' weekend with my three friends from Minnesota. So much to share, and I will do so soon.

Please hold...

Heading Out I know I owe this blog a few entries. I have a write up and pictures from our five-day Labor Day get away in Idyllwild where we hiked, hiked, hiked, and hiked some more. I also have a write up of the fantastic vegan version of posole I made. And I have a few finished collages I want to show off.

But all that is gonna have to wait for now. Emmett and I are taking a spur-of-the-moment trip to Perth, Australia. For the past 72 hours, I've had my nose buried in guide books and web pages and disrupted the lives of our housesitters with the last-minute request for their services (thank you, Raynee and Linda!).

I may or may not be able to post daily photos while away. I'm not even sure what we're going to do in Perth when we arrive there in 24 hours. But I do know this: we will make the most of our time while we are there. We love Australia. We're thrilled to be going. And I love that Emmett and I have built a life that allows us to do exactly this type of thing.

Cheers!