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Here Piggy Piggy Piggy

By Thursday, July 26th, we were on the road again up over Beartooth Pass towards Red Lodge. After a night of much needed showers and reenergizing at a campground outside of town, we went to Red Lodge, one of our favorite locales. This is a town rich with scenic views and authentic Montana character. We worked through the day in a downtown coffee shop and then were joined by Dan, Rebecca and Sam Staebler for much anticipated weekend festivities.


Welcome to Red Lodge


After dropping off their daughter Sidney at camp, the Staeblers came to town with sightseeing plans. The first must see? Bear Creek Saloon of course and weekly Pig Races. We sat down at 6 pm for steak and burgers (no pork on this menu) and then went outside to find good seats for the show. At 7 pm sharp the bets are placed and the pigs are off!


Bear Creek Saloon, Home of Montana’s only Pig Races. This parking lot will soon be packed.


And they’re off!


With 10 races each night, there is plenty of time to get to know the field. We all had our favorites and we placed our side bets accordingly.


Red is my personal favorite – he may not be the fastest pig in the pen but look at that personality


Even an evening shower didn’t dampen the crowd’s mood. It paid off with an extraordinary sunset and huge double rainbow.


The gold at the end of the rainbow


After the races, we popped the 2 Sportsmobile tops in the parking lot and settled in for the night beside the snoring swine.

Next morning, we were eager to get back to Red Lodge. Vintage cars had been roaring by and we wanted to get to town for the big Red Lodge car show. Detroit classics lined the streets and in this historic town, it was easy to imagine life 50 years ago.


Red Lodge is transformed to 1965


Sweet Carolina Blue Chevy


Cars cars and more cars. You didn’t need to be a motorhead to appreciate the wheels on the street.


Sam looks as cool as the car that he’s inspecting


Historic Yellowstone Touring Bus


Peace out


After our fill of the cars and town, the Bradshaws and Staeblers were ready to get back to camping. We hopped back in the vans and drove to Fishtail Montana, another prize stop on the sightseeing tour. On the way, we detoured to the Grizzly Bar in Roscoe for a world famous burger. We’d had huge breakfast so we split a single burger 5 way…which tells you something about the size of a Grizzly burger.

We then drove to Fishtail, a tiny town on the West Rosebud River. Founded in 1900, Fishtail is renowned for its General Store, with its inventory of housewares, organic local foods and ice cream cones.


The Fishtail General Store lures in customers with ice cream and local foods


The Staebler’s had found an awesome camp spot right on the creek and we settled in for an evening of good conversation, deviled eggs, fresh garden veggies, steak, tomato basil salad and margaritas.

Sunday, we checked out the famed General Store and then drove back up to Bozeman. Tim and I were on our way to Seattle so after loading up with zucchini, peas and lettuce from the Staebler’s garden, we kept heading West towards our sailing adventure.


Bikes and more bikes

The mouse wars waged on. We left Dana and Dave’s and took Frank to Ann and Scott’s to catch up and celebrate Scott’s Birthday on the 16th of July. For us there was no better combo than El Abulitos and Margaritas.

After a delicious dinner, we joined Ann and Scott back at their house for 3 day of catching up with our Jackson family on Mallard Drive.

In between great dinners with Ann and Scott, Tim and I spent our time working and snapping photos for a new JH biking website.  Here are just a few:

Putt Putt with Jackson in the distance.  I could hear the band at Snow King from here.


I AM SO FAST  (or Tim’s a great photographer)


By Friday, it was time to head back to hills.  This time we were joined by BJ and Lisa for camping and burgers up Phillips Pass and more biking pics.


Paintbrush, sunshine and biking.  A fine Friday night!


Lisa rides high above Jackson Hole on Phillips Ridge


Rounding the Bend




BJ Big Air


We came out of the hills just in time to make it to Holly and Augie’s Engagement Party that night.  This was the reason we had stayed in Jackson through July.   They got engaged at Tim and my wedding. There was no way we were going to miss this party!

Last night in Jackson


Happy Engagement Holly and Augie!

Birthdays, Bears and Mice

After our 4th of July festivities, we were glad for some down time before the next weekends big doin’s. Dana and Dave generously opened their doors and we settled into their downstairs apartment for the week. It was an easy routine of work, dinner with D&D, checking out Dave’s ongoing progress rewiring his Bronco and sleep. By Thursday we had recharged and were ready for more fun. The 4 of us piled into Stan the Tan Van and drove over the hill to Music on Main in Victor.


Lulu’s Favorite Pastime


Throughout the summer the town populations of Victor, Jackson and Driggs converge on Victor Town Square for live music and community social time. While I can’t tell you what who the band was, the food, drink and conversation were great!


Mr. Shell Arrives


It was the first of our late nights. On Friday, Jimmie Shell came to Jackson and we were ready to start kicking it up a notch for Dana’s birthday weekend. The big day was on Saturday, but we started the festivities early with dinner at the Bistro. The next morning, we had gluten free pound cake with key lime frozen yogurt for breakfast before heading to the Farmer’s Market on Jackson Town Square. We met up with Dana’s friend Stephanie and toured the stalls, purchasing flowers, tomatos and a chocolate torte for the birthday dinner.


Happy Birthday to Dana!


After 2nd breakfast at the Virginian, we packed up Frank drove south of town for fishing. Jimmie Shell hadn’t been fishing for years so we drove to Dave’s favorite secret spot on the Hoback to see what we could pluck out of the water. What we found was more than good fishing! A big Black Bear checked us out from the opposite bank in the rain.


Fishin’ Time




Dave has some luck


Who you lookin’ at?


That evening it was time for Thai. Dana, Dave, Jimmie, Tim and I met up with a party of friends for big birthday celebrations, a smorgasboard of delicious Thai food, friends and chocolate torte.


Happy Birthday Pillow


On Sunday, Jimmie Shell bid us farewell and Tim and I spent the afternoon scouring Frank inside and out. We had had some infiltrating mice and we decided enough was enough. We vaccuumed their nests, removed seats, cleaned poop and scrubbed floors. We bought traps, peppermint mouse repellant and set them everywhere. The next morning, we heard little giggles. The mice were laughing at us….


Frank gets a cleaning


Mouse Hunt

Camping with the Cabradillas

When Tim and I come back to Jackson, there is no better way to spend a weekend then camping in the Gros Ventres.   Devoid of tourists, it’s a peaceful getaway when the Town Square is shoulder to shoulder with summer visitors.

This year Tim, Betsy and Nico Cabradilla  joined us for a June weekend of relaxation, good food, fishing and NO cell service.  Now that’s heaven.


Fishing for the Impossible Trout


We drove into the hills Friday afternoon to meet up with Tim and Bets who’d gone in the morning.  I dropped Tim B. off about 10 miles from our meet up spot so that he could fit in a bike ride.  As I drove the van in, I ran into Tim C. about 6 miles in.  We decided to switch locations since the creeks weren’t clear where we’d originally planned to camp.

I followed Tim C. into the hidden camp spot to find Betsy and little Nico waiting for us on a beautiful site right on Crystal Creek.  As we drove by, we passed 100 feet from a black bear who was leisurely rambling by right next to the Cabradilla’s trailer.  In all the excitement, it took me a few minutes to get back to the road to post the sign telling biking Tim B. that we’d moved.

As fate would have it, he of course sailed right by in that 90 second window.   With no cell service to communicate, it was 25 miles of riding later before we finally found Tim, searching each and every campsite along the Gros Ventre road.  We herded everyone together and headed back to camp for Pressure Cooker BBQ chicken, Bacon Maple beer and more than a few laughs.


Rogue’s Voodoo Doughnut Ale – Bacon Maple deliciousness


Saturday it was time to fish.  We drove further into Crystal Creek where Tim C. and Tim B. both caught some nice cutties.  The girls were skunked but that in no way hindered our good moods.  We returned back to camp to stalk the Impossible Trout buried in the trees and have general silliness around camp.


Big Girl Little Bike


Nico shows us all how it’s done


Tim C. wowed us all with yet another gourmet camp creation for dinner – pork schnitzel.  Much discussion was had on our dream of publishing a book and video series, “The Two Burner Cookbook – Leave the Hot Dogs at Home” (Title suggestions are welcome!)


Camp Chef Gourmet!


Sunday we packed up and returned to cell service to prepare for the the work week.  While Tim and Betsy returned to Jackson, Tim B. and I decided to set up camp at Gros Ventre Campground to clean up the van and get some more water.

We spent Sunday afternoon on a sweaty bike ride up Shadow Mountain, sharing recovery beers under the Tetons on the deck at Dornans and pedaling back to camp.  Once in camp we discovered that the site tenants before us had built a large heart out of stones displaying their initials.  We had to follow the tradition!


M + T


The Sailing Adventure Begins…

After 10 days in Barbados, we were excited to get to Vacation Part Deux – Sailing in St. Vincent and the Grenadines.   Thursday morning Dwayne Wayne  picked us up from Cotton House with his beautiful 3 year old daughter in the front seat.  We rode to the airport while she told us stories of zebras and distributed hugs and kisses.   Arriving to St. Vincent, we met our guide for the day, Darren.  He had arrived to shuttle the guys to Barefoot Yachts while the girls crossed the street to the market.


Early cab ride to the airport



Stocking up for the boat


BJ and Lisa


Gretchen and Brad




Lisa, Gretchen and I had a serious shopping list for 10 days of staples.  We walked the aisles of the modest store, searching and substituting as needed.   A hour and a half later, we carted stacks of boxes laden with food out to Darren’s taxi after a torrential downpour.  Our next stop was the liquor store.  More boxes came out while Darren looked on in shock by our 11 cases of beer.  Little did he know, we’d actually cut our beer allowance in half.


Barefoot's Barefeet


snorkel fittings


We arrived back at Barefoot to find BJ, Brad and Tim getting to know the boat – a 47 foot Beneteau called Indian Summer.  We were pretty well outfitted with towels, linens and the bare essentials of cooking – 3 sauce pans, 6 sets of silverware and plates, utensils and a tiny frypan.  We loaded the boat up with groceries (pulling everything out of their boxes to avoid cockroaches) and settled in for a peanut butter and jelly lunch.  We had to wait until 4 for the tides to rise so we walked the 1/4 mile to the fish market to see what we could find for dinner.


How about some red snappa' mon?


The fishmen were glad to see us.  They had 2 fresh red snapper and after some haggling, we had them fillet it and scale it.  Here we learned the miraculous “virility” effect of the fish heads.   Despite the fishman’s advice, we told them we didn’t need the head or to suck the eyeballs and left with our fresh catch.


"The head is the best part"


Our little boat knives would never have done the job


When we arrived back to Indian Summer, Chris was ready to shove off with a vastly improved frying pan in hand.  Chris is our friend and connection to the Grenadines.  He taught Tim to sail in the San Juans and would accompany us to Bequia our first day.   It was late in the day so we motored 15 minutes to a calm harbor called Young’s Cut.


Smooth sailing to Young's Cut


My kind of sailing - Young Island rises in the background


Rising above Young’s Cut is Young Island – a 18th century British military outpost with cannons perched high above the seas.  264 steeps steps lead up to the top of the tiny island where 2 ton guns point out towards distant Bequia to protect the islands from the French and back towards St. Vincent to protect the outpost from the natives.


Stair 11 of 264


It would be a tougher climb with those cannons


Looking towards St. Vincent


Tim, Gretchen and Brad on the edge


and from above


on the way back down


By 6 pm, we were back on board Indian Summer fixing a red snapper taco dinner.  At just 13 degrees of latitude above the Equator, the Grenadines get a consistent 12 hours of daylight year round which meant sunset at 6:30 – dinner always came shortly after.

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Chris dinghyed home for the night and we settled in early for our first night on the boat.  Friday we woke up to a grey and soggy morning.  French toast brightened things a bit, but by the time Chris joined us for our first open crossing, we were already a little waterlogged.


Lisa at the helm


Chris was just going to be with us a day and while Tim had plenty of experience on a boat, the rest of us were novices.  Chris started off with basics about how not get your hand caught in the winch and raising the sails.  The waves were about 2 meters high with winds of 22 knots.  It was a great day to have Chris on the boat since even Tim hadn’t sailed in seas that big.

2 hours in, Lisa was driving and we were getting used to the rolling of the boat.  Chris guided us around Bequia for practice tacking, anchoring and man overboard drills.  This meant we all got turns pulling ropes in gusty winds while he watched and advised.



Learning the sails


Hanging on


Just a bit windy


Exhausted, we were glad to return to calm Bequia harbor for the night.  A flotilla of Lats and Atts (A irreverant sailing magazine) writers had arrived and after dinner, we went to “cown” to explore.   We were too late for the party, but got a taste of local nightlife (big speakers, a macbook toting dj and lots of loud music).

Saturday we finally glimpsed the crystal clear water that the Grenadines are known for.  The morning was bright blue and after some resupplying and dropping Chris off on land, we set sail again for the first time on our own.  It didn’t take long for the “crew” to find their places and we sailed 4 hours to the famed Tobago Cays.


Cap'n Tim


Boat views




It was a beautiful day and at 15-17 knots the winds were blowing perfectly for us.  We made good time with only a few major incidents (lessons learned – always check your jib lines after knot tying practice and don’t always trust the charter company when they say your anchor chain is 250 feet).


Tobago Cays ahead


Tropical beaches



"Tim...go forward...NOW"


Tobago Cays is an iconic anchorage in the Caribbean with snorkling, sea turtles and blue green waters.  Here we settled in for 3 days of relaxing boat time.   Our first morning we met our first local personality, Walter, who takes a small motor boat across the sea from Union Island each morning to sell ice, t-shirts, and the “best banana bread in the Grenadines”.


Walter - the man with the golden smile


At $12 a bag for ice, the convenience doesn’t come cheap, and we quickly learned to ration our supply (our cocktails were served “on the rock”).   Next Mandy Man swung by with fresh tuna that he reluctantly cleaned on the boat (our dull knives were not going to filet any fish successfully).


Mandy Man didn't visit again after we asked him to fillet the fish


Once stocked for the day, we dinghyed to the coral reefs for some extreme snorkling.  Fast currents provided a good workout as we took turns swimming to the tops of reefs and floating down to watch the fish.   Having justified our first Hairoun, we returned back to the boat for another rigorous day of reading in the sun.  While BJ, Lisa, Gretchen and Brad left to explore another small island, Tim and I signaled Walter back to the boat to buy Tobago Cays tshirts for us all.


Snorkeling in the Cays


Living on Caribbean time


BJ, Lisa, Gretchen and Brad had their own surprise waiting.  While we were occupied shopping for just the right shirts (Same Shit Different Island was a favorite) they were blowing up the inflatable Deer that they rescued from Frank’s Wedding Day decorations on the distant beach.  15 minutes later they arrive back on the boat with BJ riding the deer.  Needless to say, Deer riding became the new favorite pastime (along with wearing the Jack Sparrow wig, rum cocktailing and eating bacon, of course).


Return of the Deer


Mary Lynn vs. Deer. Deer wins.


"Arrggh don't touch my sunburn"



"Yes but where has all the rum gone?"


There's where the rum's gone


That night after a dinner of fresh grilled yellow fin tuna, we ended our very busy day with a game of poker and showing of Pirates of the Caribbean.


Good living


Appetizer course


Now that's good tuna


Boat living


Kickin' it


I could drink beer all day


Monday was another blue sky day. After a morning of reading, we dinghyed over to the Turtle Sanctuary for iguana viewing and snorkling with turtles.


Island iguanas


The crew of the Indian Summer


View from the top


view from the bottom


Turtles everywhere


At 3 feet in length, there is no reason to be shy


People watching was almost as entertaining as turtle watching.  Everyone hangs out on their boats, keeping an eye on each other.  Americans are a minority in the Grenadines and we got a kick out of our French, British and Scandanavian neighbors.


Kite boarders


Gold Bond - a key ingredient of boat life


Boat portrait


Boat portrait


Who is that beardless man?


Golden Caribbean sunset


A man and his boat




Sun sets on Tobago Cays


This evening's meal? A delicious fish curry thanks to Gretchen and Brad


After 3 days in the Cays, we’d planned to head out early on Tuesday for a quick sail over to Clifton Harbor on Union Island.  Tim and I were on deck early when a dinghy drove up.  An older man introduced himself as Martin and explained they’d lost someone overboard in the middle of the night.   Shocked, we helped search the closest island to see if their friend had swum to shore with no luck.

We drove back to Martin and he told us the story of how at 2am,  their sailboat had gotten hit by another boat that had come loose from a mooring ball.  After assessing the damage, they’d gone to bed, but an hour later Steve had gotten up again and disappeared.  They searched the boat and at sunrise began searching the islands.   Coast Guard was on the way.

Feeling helpless, we asked if there was anything we could do, but Martin thanked us and said no.  2 hours later when we arrived in Clifton Harbor we heard the rest of the story.  Steve’s body was found and the later autopsy showed that he’d fallen overboard and died of a heart attack.


Pirate of the Caribbean


We arrived at Clifton Harbor feeling more and more confident handling the boat.  As soon as we sailed in, we were bombarded with locals in their boats offering mooring balls, ice, fruit and fish – harrastiffarians (thank you to Spike for that accurate nickname).   We declined the offers and after some snorkeling, got in the dinghy for a resupply trip to town.


Relaxing in Clifton


Ayama - our dream boat


We landed on the dinghy dock and first met Clem who helped us with our trash in exchange for a rum and coke.  “Need any fish?” Clem asked.  We said yes we’d get some in town. 10 minutes and a 1/2 mile later, we are walking through the streets when we hear a loud voice: “You all want the fish, right?”

We turn around to see Clem, only it isn’t Clem, it’s Icebo, Clem’s lookalike cousin, ready with 6 fresh red snapper.  This was our introduction to the Kingpin of Clifton.  Icebo shuttled us into the market, sat down with us for beers at Lambi’s, sold us snapper, and gave us cooking tips.   2 hours later we left with hands full of fish, fresh spinach, limes and pineapple…and an awesome snapper recipe.


Ladies go shopping


What can we say? Clifton loves us.


Bargaining for mangos - oh and don't forget the Pringles


School Kids


Once the fish was on ice on the boat, we set off again to Clifton’s other famous feature, Happy Island.  Built on the reefs in the harbor, this one bar sandy island lives up to it’s name.  As you arrive by boat, you are announced over the intercom by the beaming bartender/dj.  Rum punch and painkillers flow freely and we raised a toast to Steve.


Happy Island


More nutmeg please!


Nappy locks


When we arrived, we introduced ourselves to our other island-mates, a group of sailors from Aspen Colorado.  They’d just come up from Petit St. Vincent and had stories of beach bars and hamburgers.  We’d planned to head to Petit Martinique the next day but rumors of hamburgers changed our minds.  Man cannot live on fish alone.


To Steve


Happy Island smiles


One sunset later, we were back on the boat and cooking up our snapper per Icebo’s instructions.  Taking the entire fish, we sliced it vertically (BJ and Lisa’s recommendation after a trip to Costa Rica), seasoned the entire thing with Adobo spices, egged, breaded and dropped it in oil.   Best fish ever.  After some Happy Island rum, we were feeling a bit braver and Tim and Brad even tried the head but I don’t think they’d recommend the eyeballs in the future.


Fish fry


Brad prepares the chips for the night's entertainment


On Wednesday morning, we packed up Indian Summer again and set sail to Petit St. Vincent with dreams of beef dancing in our heads.  We arrived before noon and once anchor was set, we all jumped out of the boat into the perfect turquoise water.   When you think of perfect Caribbean islands, PSV is what comes to mind.  Small and private, PSV is a single resort that boasts of discretion and privacy for it’s guests.   Accomodations consist of stone huts on the beach that run a whopping $1800 a night.


Arriving at PSV




Two lovely ladies


Tim smiles after another awesome sail


Gretchen is our official deer riding champion!


This is living!


and the view's not bad either


Life in the cockpit


and on deck


PSV's Beach Bar


Beautiful PSV


Lucky for us, their beach bar is significantly less expensive and accepts reservations.  After our day of swimming and sunning, we dressed up and dinghyed over for dinner.  First stop? Air conditioned granite tiled bathrooms…now that is luxury.


Burgers with a view


Beach front


Here's to an awesome trip


After a feast of mango barbecued ribs, conch fritters, crab back and a burger for Tim, we were back on the boat for movie night featuring Mission Impossible.

The Caribbean kept delivering great days.  Thursday was no exception.  We sailed out of PSV around Union Island under blue skies, with medium winds.  Our next stop was the island of Mayreau and another famous beach, Salt Whistle Bay.  On our way, we sailed by Mopian – a single sandy beach with an thatched umbrella.  Tricky coral kept us from anchoring but we took it in from a distance.


Mopian - just an umbrella and a bottle opener


Once settled in Salt Whistle, we relaxed on the deck for the spectacle.  A small bay with limited room, Salt Whistle is one of the most coveted anchorages in the Grenadines.  Boats vie for the limited space and there is inevitably some confrontation as they bump their way through.  Tim had our fenders and hook at the ready as a French family came within 2 feet of our boat on their way to the beach.


Colorful Salt Whistle


Boats everywhere


Salt Whistle Sunrise


By Friday it was time to start heading north again.  We spent the morning hiking to a church with spectacular views of the distant Tobago Cays before setting sail on our 4 hour crossing to Bequia.  We took the 2 meter waves and Easterly wind at a broad reach.  Tim couldn’t stop smiling thanks to the perfect sailing.


Hiking to the top of Mayreau


Mayreau Catholic Church


Mayreau Catholic Church


Tobago Cays in the distance


From the top


Back down the hill


We arrived in Bequia with plenty of time to swim and get ready for dinner.  We were excited for Mac’s Pizza, the famous local pizzeria with delicious pies and even better rum punch.  2 large pizzas later we were stuffed and exhausted after yet another “strenuous” Caribbean day.


Our final sunset


Our last day on the boat arrived too early.  The night had been calm with occassional gusts of wind affectionately named by sailors as Bequia Blasts.   The weather reported 20 knot winds with gusts up to 25 and 2 meter waves.  Our crossing was over open seas with little protection so we knew it would be a big day.  We put together a breakfast of leftovers and got ready for sailing.  Rounding the corner out of the harbor, Tim instructed the main to be hoisted and the jib unfurled.

5 minutes later the gust hit, heeling the boat over.   Just a “little puff” Chris would describe it later when we told him the story, but it definitely got our attention.  After adding a reef to the main, we sailed across the channel between Bequia and St. Vincent in good time, sliding up and down the large swells.




Once back in Blue Lagoon, we had a mimosa toast and an antipasta plate of leftovers before getting bustled off the boat by an eager Barefoot cleaning crew.  It was hard to believe we were leaving our trusty boat after 9 days.  We met up with Chris and walked down to a local bistro for rotis, shark and fries, snapper and motorcross racing on television.




Our long day ended with a 1/2 hour flight to Barbados and midnight arrival at the Sun Bay hotel.  We were guided to our rooms located directly across from a thumping bass bar.  Two room transfers and a half dozen showers later, 6 sleepy sailors finally headed to bed.

Leaving St. Vincent


Heading home


Thanks BJ and Tim for all these amazing photos!


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