North Cascades Institute’s BASE CAMP

by Lauren on August 6, 2010

My sweet son Isaac is almost two, and already his curiosity about nature is blooming.  He can pick out a doug fir among cedars. He can identify four varieties of native ferns, and “waterfall” is one of his favorite words. And so last week, we decided it was time to introduce him to our North Cascades.

The North Cascades Institute has long been the premiere environmental education outfit in the Pacific Northwest, but I’d never before taken a class with them. Earlier this summer, as I was scanning their beautiful catalog and lusting over courses on landscape watercolor and mountain photography, I stumbled upon a new offering called Base Camp. Billed as flexible, affordable, enriching and fun, this fledgling program appealed to me immediately as an accessible, low-stress way for families to experience the outdoors. We could stay a few nights at the gorgeous NCI Learning Center on Lake Diablo, all meals included, and dabble in guided learning adventures offered three times a day, from hiking to canoeing to arts and crafts.

By the time our two-night stay arrived, I was eager for space from the city and quality time in nature. I also couldn’t wait to take a break from planning and making meals for a family of three! We arrived at the NCI Learning Center with just enough time to stash our stuff in our room before the orientation tour. Katie, a recent college grad and Kentucky transplant to the Northwest, showed us around the center, on the shores of Diablo Lake and surrounded by the North Cascades National Park complex. I was amazed at the comfy-looking library stocked to the ceiling with field guides and nature poetry. Brian was impressed with the comprehensive compost system outside the dining hall. Isaac helpfully pointed out the fire pits and sword ferns. Katie gave us the rundown on meal times, showed us the trailheads to the four or five trails that depart from the center, and invited us to join other base campers around the campfire after dinner for local native storytelling. I suddenly felt like I was at camp, a really nice camp.

Stir-fry was for dinner, but first, we unpacked our gear. Our room was a bit like a dorm room, with two sets of birch bunk beds, matching desks with modern plywood chairs and open wardrobes. But the similarities end there. Fifteen-foot exposed beam cathedral ceilings and a large window make the room feel light and airy, and I swooned over the clean and modern design.

Around the campfire that evening, a handful of base campers and two staffers, Katie and Megan, shared stories and poems. It felt intimate and comfortable. As night began to fall, we retreated to our lodge room. There were plenty of empty rooms midweek during our visit, though I learned the weekends are often filled to capacity, even though the Base Camp program was just launched this year.

The next day, as other base campers headed out in canoes for the morning outing (for adults and kids ages 6 and up only), we stayed behind. The Base Camp program is in its infancy, and one of the staff told me they’re still working the kinks out, one of the kinks being the diversity in age, ability and interest of the participants any given day, and the associated challenges with planning curriculum in advance for the guided learning adventures. I can see how this is a challenge, but we didn’t mind being on our own that morning in the least.

In fact, one of the things I most loved about our NCI Base Camp experience was the flexibility.

Because we couldn’t go canoeing on the emerald green waters of Lake Diablo that morning (bummer!), we got a chance to explore a few of the short and sweet trails around the learning center on our own. We passed nearly an hour in the fabulous library thumbing through guidebooks, and then took a nap. By the time Isaac awoke from his afternoon nap at 3pm, I thought we’d missed the afternoon guided hike, too, but we didn’t. 

Dave the naturalist was patiently waiting for us, two hours after the scheduled hike start time, to accompany us on whatever adventure we were ready for, and to share with us his enthusiasm and knowledge for Northwest native plants and natural history.

I hadn’t realized how much i missed hiking. I hadn’t realized just how long it had been since I’d been on a backcountry trail! See, I was a backcountry gal. Come summer, I slept in a tent. Then, we had a baby. And the great outdoors suddenly got much further away. We didn’t think it would happen to us; we thought we’d be out on Mazama Ridge and up to Marmot Pass and over Skyline Divide with the baby in tow. And for some new families, the transition really is that seamless. But it wasn’t for us. I needed my hand held. Heck, I even needed our meals cooked for us! Whatever it takes. We got outside. We got Isaac on a real backcountry hiking trail, and he loved every minute of it.

The North Cascades Institute’s Base Camp program is summer-only, but the season has just been extended to October. Register soon. It’s $95 for the first person, $50 for the second person and $25 each for the next two people sharing one room. In other words, a family of four sharing a room costs $195 a night, or less than $50 a person – program, lodging and meals all included. The food is organic, healthy and fabulous. It’s a terrific deal.

For more information or to register, check out www.ncascades.org/base_camp or contact the Institute directly at nci@ncascades.org or 360-854-2599.

Thanks so much to the North Cascades Institute for sponsoring our stay. Yep, our stay was complimentary.

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Striking Gold in Jacksonville

by Lauren on July 20, 2010

Neither Brian or I are terribly decisive people. We can go back and forth for hours, even days, over the simplest of things. And there we were at dinnertime, downtown Jacksonville, Oregon. Never before had I seen a small town spanning only two short blocks with so many enticing options.

We chose Bella Union, (okay I chose Bella Union), particularly for its lively and shady back patio we could see through the front windows. A good choice, I must say. The vegetarian pizza was excellent, the wine list was local, and for some wonderful reason, everyone in the restaurant was offered complimentary chocolate mousse and champagne after their meal that night. (Our indecisiveness ended there).

And to think if we’d gone the way Brian was leaning for dinner, we’d have enjoyed a delicious, homestyle Mexican meal on a lovely balcony with top-shelf margaritas at La Fiesta, just down the street.

That’s the thing with Jacksonville. Whatever you choose, you strike gold.

Our two terrific nights in Jacksonville were at the Magnolia Inn ($99 – $139) two blocks from Jacksonville’s undeniably  adorable downtown. Homemade banana bread or cookies appeared mysteriously every afternoon to be nibbled with iced tea out on the veranda.

The inn’s proprietors, Robert and Susan, greeted us as if we were old friends, and filled us in on all there is to know and love about Jacksonville, their adopted hometown. It was this southern hospitality that so enthralled us with the Magnolia Inn– “southern” as in, Southern California. Like many other Jacksonville business owners we met, Robert and Susan made the move to Jacksonville from California after visiting themselves. It took just one visit to fall in love, and one more visit to buy their dream inn.

Jacksonville lies just west of Medford, at the foot of the wild Sikiyous, and is adjacent to one of the hottest emerging wine regions in the West – the Applegate Valley. Almost every type of Northwest outdoor recreation you can imagine is nearby, from rafting the Rogue to hiking in the Kalmiopsis Wilderness. In the summer when the Britt Music Festival draws thousands to see acts of great variety in a phenomenal outdoor amphitheater setting (this summer’s lineup includes Harry Connick Jr., The New Pornographers, Jackson Browne and Brandi Carlile, among many others). I could see from my very first stroll down California Street why a vacationer might begin plotting their relocation here.

The Gold Rush found its way into the Pacific Northwest in the 1850s by way of Jacksonville; a mere sliver of history that left an indelible mark on this town. By 1868, there were seven saloons on one block (a gold rush will do that.) One hundred years later, the whole town was named a National Historic Landmark District, which is why a walk through downtown Jacksonville today feels more than a little like stepping back in time. But not totally. Just as a horse-drawn carriage passes with a couple of tourists on honeymoon, you find yourself stepping into a chic boutique.

After two short days, we left wanting more time in this area… a day in Ashland, a chance to try that great tapas restaurant in Medford, another stop at the Rogue Creamery for the best gorgonzola I’ve ever put in my mouth. The truth is, there is tons of great stuff to do in the southwest corner of Oregon, but it’s a super long drive from Seattle. I don’t know when we’ll make it back. (Airfare runs about $200 – $250 Seattle to Medford round trip, a viable option for a couple, perhaps. ) So if you go, I want to hear all about it, hear?

Our stay at the Magnolia Inn was compliments of the Magnolia Inn. Thanks, Robert and Susan, for your great hospitality (and complete collection of Disney movies!)

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