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This little blog is about me, Hailey and my pursuit of happiness. I've decided to move on from modeling and to a new chapter of my life, artisry. I paint, I take pictures and I enjoy junking for vintage goods. All of this is done with lots of day dreaming in between.

I have a shop on Etsy that I just opened up in Feb 2009 and I am excited to see where it goes from there.

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Friday, November 20, 2009

A day in Seattle

DARREN AND I had made it across the Canadian border and now we were back in the lower 48 states.  It had been almost 3 weeks since we had been in the lower 48 states.  It was actually sad.  We loved the wilderness we had been in and now things were starting to feel very civilized and restricted again.  civilization = restrictions  ... and we aren't fans of restrictions.  :)  

Cities started to fly by fast!  Darren and I had been use to miles and miles of driving before a city came up but before we knew it we had flown past Bellingham and were within 30 minutes of Seattle.  The sun was setting fast and we hadn't slept in a bed for about 5 days.  Which.. wasn't all that bad but more than anything we craved showers.  We were on a budget and quickly found out that small budgets and Seattle do not mix.  We also found out that Motel 6 was booked for the most part.  

The only room we could find was one down at the Seattle SeaTac location.  We took the room, and the nightmare began.  The floors were filthy.  You could almost see the germs moving on the floor.  We didn't dare take our shoes off.  There were two beds in the room.  I pulled back the sheets on each of them.  One bed appeared to have the old sheets still on.  They were all crinkly like someone had already slept in them.  Gross!  The other bed looked untouched.  Next we went to look at the shower and realized the shower bar was about to fall out of the wall.  It was getting worse and worse the more we looked around.  The truck started to sound so good to sleep in again.  

As it started to get dark the parking lot filled up.  Scary people showed up.  Two hundred dollar ghetto cruisers pulled in with stereos pounding.  People were yelling in the parking lot and we realized we were the only white folks there.  The stares came at us like as though we were fresh meat and we met their hard stares with our own crazy white people stares.  The dog didn't like anyone.  I went to lock our hotel room door up real good and realized the door had previously been kicked in and the lock and handle provided little to no security.  

That was it...Darren went to see if they had a different room.  They did.  One room.  A smoking room.  Around the corner.  That one was just as dirty, down a dark hallway and the smell of cigarettes was overpowering.  We kept the room we had.  We knew there weren't any other rooms available and no other hotels we could afford.  We parked in the handicap stall right at our door and hoped we didn't get a ticket for it.  We debated where would be best for Kenai to sleep.  The truck or the room.  We voted for the room and figured she'd bark if she heard someone messing with our truck right outside the door.  She stirred in the night but never freaked out.  The sleep wasn't good and the shower we had been craving didn't turn out as soothing as we had thought due to the worry that we may be getting diseased feet by standing in the tub.  We had hoped for a nice dinner too but nobody would deliver and we didn't want to leave the full parking lot and loose our parking spot at our door.  So I got the laptop out and searched for amazing breakfast places in Seattle.  We found several raving reviews for a place called Peso's Kitchen and Lounge.  So we went to bed and dreamed of food.  

The next morning, the parking lot was quiet.  You wouldn't know how bad it was in the parking lot the night before.  The place looked semi pleasant in the morning light.  We loaded up and headed for the breakfast place called Peso's.  

Peso's is located at 605 Queen Anne Ave in Seattle.  Parking is a little tough so we parked around the block and walked a little ways.  The decor is awesome!  The colors, the lights, the wrought iron just really made this place awesome.  I could see how at night this would be a huge hot spot and it looked like fun.  I ordered the eggs benedict, Darren got something else..huevos ranchos I think.  Let me tell you.... the BEST eggs benedict ever!  Delicious!  and CHEAP!  It was like $8 and awesome.  The service was good too.  We will be going back!  Here's a link to their restaurant:  http://www.pesoskitchen.com/  

After breakfast we went to the Pike Market.  I'd seen this on Real World MTV when I was about 16 and I'd heard neat things about it so I made a point of making sure we checked it out.  Parking was ridiculous!  Seattle is a walking city.  Not a driving city.  Least in this part of it.  The streets are surprisingly steep too.  We ended up parking in a parking garage that charged something like $12 per hour.  Plus the stalls were so tiny we had to take up two therefore it doubled the rate!  It took about 10 minutes just to walk to the market so we had to shop fast.  

I bought a couple handmade journals from a vendor and some beautiful fresh sweet peaches from a local farmer.  Delicious!  We looked for the infamous fish throwing but found out after talking to the journal guy that PETA had been down at the fish market protesting the fish throwing saying it was inhumane to throw the dead fish and that it was disrespectful.  Crazy.  So the fish market had put a hold on throwing fish.  

After Pike Market we went to the Chinese Museum of Ancient Art or something like that.  It was a hot day in Seattle, 90 degrees so the art museum was closing soon due to the heat and lack of air conditioning so we quickly walked through.  It was free so that was nice too.  It was interesting.  The part that amazed me was the little bottles that were hand painted... on the INSIDE.  The artists had used funny little brushes to reach down inside the little bottles and had painted beautiful detailed scenes.  Really cool.  

After that we went to the "Conservatory" which was just a short walk from the Museum.  The Blue Angels were flying about that day too making all sorts of obnoxious noise.  The conservatory was filled with beautiful rare flowers and other vegetation and cactus.  I took a few pictures.  After that we slowly walked back to the truck after wondering a bit into some other gardens planted and kept up by locals.  A man was also there painting the scenery of the park.  

After we did all of that...the day was moving on and we needed to get back on the road.  We were headed South from here and tying into the infamous Highway 101 that goes down the West Coast.

Thanks for reading.

Hailey Rose

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sea to Sky Highway

The Sea to Sky Highway is an extension of Highway 99.  This road is a former logging road that connects Vancouver, Squamish and Whistler with Lillooet.  It is completely paved and about 185 miles of beautiful winding road lined with beautiful pure scenery.  Much of the road is squeezed between mountain and sea.  

For Darren and I... this trek of winding road was not long enough. The scenery was amazing.  The town of Whistler reminded me of Park City here in Utah.  A mountain town, rustic log buildings, ski resorts mixed with a very "cosmo" feel.  If we had more time then we would have stopped.  Whistler to Vancouver was busy with construction preparing for the Winter Olympics.  Lots of money was obviously being spent for the 2 weeks of Olympic excitement.  

We found vancouver to be quite confusing.  The traffic was thick and signs seemed to disappear.  We turned here, there, trying to figure what the iPhone was telling us.  We kept looking for the U.S. Border signs...until finally we found one.  Thankfully we were going the right way.  We came onto a freeway on ramp type thing .. accelerated... and then saw the border and suddenly... a motorcycle cop was on us.  Darren was driving.  The scene went like so:

Darren:  "uh oh"
Me:  "what..."
Darren:  "I think that's a cop behind us, I think I was speeding"

Me:  "expletive!... is he really going to pull us over?"

Me:  "expletive!.... he's really pulling us over!!"

Darren:  Hello Sir

Officer:  So what would happen to you if you were in America and you were going 65 mph faster than the speed limit?

Darren:  I'd go to jail

The officer looks over to me in the passenger seat.

Officer:  Do you have any plans tonight?

Me:  ... uhhh... I hope so.

Officer:  Do you have dinner plans?

Me:  ...I'm hoping so.

Officer:  Well make sure he takes you somewhere nice, like Sizzler because I'm not taking him to jail this time.  

...huge sigh!!... lucky Darren.. never gets tickets! ... yet.

Officer:  Im not even going to give you a ticket.  Just watch your speed and travel safe.

Darren/Me:  Thank you.  

Whew!  We then slowly merged back onto the highway and pulled up to the border station.  At this border station there were two U.S. agents for each vehicle.  At all the other stations there had only been one agent for each vehicle and in most cases they stayed in their little box and didn't get out.  But at this one... both agents were out and there were dogs sniffing vehicles.  I suddenly felt like I was at the Mexican border.  Not that I've ever been at the Mexican Border but this is how I envision it.  We handed over our passports.  One border cop had a light and flashed it in the windows, he walked around the back.  I thought to myself, surely they will want to see the dogs paperwork.  Meanwhile the other border cop was interrogating us.  

Border Cop:  Where you going?  

Darren:  Home

Cop:  Where's home?

Darren:  Utah

Cop:  Where you coming from? 

Darren:  Well.. 2 days ago it was Alaska.  We are just driving back down.

Cop:  Did you buy anything in Canada?  

Darren:  Yes.
The cop is suddenly interested...like..ohh..got a live one here..

Cop:  What did you buy?

Darren:  Gas
Darren is such a smart ass... lol... but really, if you said no you didn't buy anything.. then that'd be a lie.  You know where the cop is going with the question.  Which is if you did buy something other than gas.. there's duty tax that could be owed before crossing back into the states.

The second cop who had been walking around the truck looking inside was now standing next to the cop who was asking us all the questions.  He got a nod from the second cop, handed us our passports and told us to have a nice trip.

They didn't even ask about the dog.  Just seemed like after all the literature I had read about crossing the borders, what to expect, what they request for paperwork, blah blah blah.. this intimidating border station would for sure have wanted to see paperwork on the dog.  I mean, who knows where I could have picked that dog up from.  What if I had drugs stitched into her belly or something.  It all just seems to be smoking mirrors.  I'm glad we weren't harassed further but then again...they wouldn't have been able to get us on anything except for having expired insurance cards.  oops!  Just the cards were expired, not the actual insurance.  :) A phone call would have clarified that but that would have been the only thing that could have stalled us.  The funny part is I was pretty freaked out once I'd discovered our expired insurance cards and even more freaked out when I read that Canada has higher insurance requirements than the U.S. But I was so consumed with making sure the dog had her paperwork...that I didn't check the insurance cards which in the end... it pretty much made no difference as we were never asked.  We were only asked to show the dogs paperwork when entering BACK into Canada after Skagway only because I told the guy I had a dog on.  Which I didn't even have to tell him.  He had only asked if I had anyone else traveling with us.  Which would be interpreted to another human really, not a dog.  I'm analyzing way to much.  

Anyway... here's some pictures of the journey down the Sea to Sky Highway.  Enjoy.

Thanks for reading.