Veron­ica and I just got back from a trip to visit my Mom out west. I flew to Nevada a few days before Christ­mas. My orig­i­nal flight was greatly delayed, but an adept United ticket agent rebooked me on a US Air flight that left Mil­wau­kee and arrived in Reno slightly ear­lier than my orig­i­nal itin­er­ary. Other than the air­line, the only other dif­fer­ences were that I flew through Phoenix rather than Den­ver, and the the sec­ond leg of my trip was in first class (merry Christ­mas to me!). On Christ­mas Eve day, we spent much of our time prep­ping food for a repeat of last year’s big din­ner party — between us we made three pies, a big salad, roasted veg­eta­bles, and a baked brie. The din­ner itself was quite a suc­cess; I think we had thir­teen peo­ple for the meal and a cou­ple more for dessert.

Tule Plants

We didn’t cel­e­brate on Christ­mas Day itself, as Veron­ica wasn’t fly­ing into Reno until that evening. Instead, my mom and I drove out to the Still­wa­ter Wildlife Refuge east of Fal­lon, hop­ing to see some migrat­ing Tun­dra Swans. We only saw one other per­son at the refuge, and that was only briefly. Most of the time, the only evi­dence of civ­i­liza­tion we could see was the very road on which we were dri­ving. Unfor­tu­nately, there weren’t any swans to see, either. The refuge com­prises a net­work of lakes and wet­lands, but on the day we were there they were all frozen over. So, no open water to attract migrat­ing birds. We did see a few hawks, some Prairie Fal­cons, a cou­ple of Great Blue Herons, and one Bald Eagle, but all from a dis­tance. That evening, Veron­ica arrived fol­low­ing a rel­a­tively smooth trip.

Soar­ing Hawk at Washoe Lake

We had our Christ­mas on Box­ing Day, emp­ty­ing our over­stuffed stock­ings, unwrap­ping presents, and eat­ing my mom’s deli­cious crème brûlée French toast. Then, we headed up to Reno (stop­ping at Washoe Lake along the way) for some shop­ping and a visit to the Nevada Museum of Art. The Museum isn’t huge, but it always seems to have very inter­est­ing exhibits. The fea­tured exhi­bi­tion this time was a col­lec­tion of more than 100 of Rembrandt’s prints. Although he’s known pri­mar­ily for his paint­ings, the Dutch­man was also a pro­lific print­maker. Since many of the works are small and have very fine details, the museum pro­vided mag­ni­fy­ing glasses to carry around the gallery with you. Not know­ing much about print­mak­ing, I appre­ci­ated that the cura­tors pro­vided good expla­na­tions of the processes, often show­ing mul­ti­ple ver­sions of the same print to show how changes in tech­nique can alter the final product.

Us on the Marin Headlands

The next day, we headed over the moun­tains to the Bay Area to stay with our friends David and Francesca. We had a pretty relax­ing visit — one day hang­ing out in Berke­ley, and one in San Fran­cisco. Among other things, we made a pil­grim­age to the orig­i­nal Peet’s, drove across the Golden Gate Bridge, shopped at the City Lights Book­store (where many of the beat poets hung out, and one of the best book­stores I’ve ever been to), and vis­ited the Legion of Honor Art Museum (more on that in another post). Our one sched­uled event while we were in Cal­i­for­nia was a great one — my mom took us to see Wicked. Veron­ica had seen it before, but the other two of us hadn’t. The pseudo-clockwork set was very cool, the show was funny, and the singers were amaz­ing. The lead roles were being played by the stand­bys, but they were great; except for the pro­gram, I wouldn’t have known they weren’t the regulars.

I didn’t take all that many pho­tos on the trip, but click the thumb­nails above to see my small­ish gallery. I’ll leave you with a pic­ture of Veron­ica behind bars at Bat­tery Spencer, over­look­ing the Golden Gate Bridge: