The big event of the year was a California wedding as Claire married Ron Ricci and, to the astonishment of all, changed her name. She is still “Dr. Hargrove” at the hospital, but the rest of the time, she now goes by Hargrove Ricci. Not to be outdone, Ron changed his name as well, so they are both Hargrove Ricci, without any hyphens.
Planning was intense, with Claire and Killen, the professional planner, doing most of the work. We made a special trip in March for Kiera’s birthday, and to help make decisions about the wedding. In June, we drove out to the Bay Area, taking four days with a bit of birding along the way. We stopped to visit friends in Tucson that we’d met on our Antarctica cruise (see below) and even managed a lifer during a brief stop in New Mexico.
Festivities began on Thursday with a traditional Hargrove-style rehearsal dinner, complete with a slide show of the happy couple from an early age to the present. (Click here for the PowerPoint presentation used.) After Friday’s rehearsal, we had an even bigger party to celebrate Ron’s birthday. Claire gave him a chain saw and protective gear to use while working on the property, Rancho Relaxo, near Philo, in Mendocino County not far from The Apple Farm, site of the wedding.
Claire recruited a friend, Ligaya to officiate at the beautiful service. Ron’s nephews served as ring and vow bearers; Kai and Kiera scattered flowers. Following the meal and a great reception, we had the usual series of speeches and toasts. Ron’s best man confided that Ron had told him the morning of the wedding, “I think Claire is going to go thru with it.”
On Sunday morning, we assembled one last time for a brunch, where Charles presented his traditional quiz. If you think you know about Ron, Claire, or the two of them, you can try your hand on the quiz. After you give up, you can find the answers here.
Additional photos of the wedding are online at Picasa.
We drove home by way of Colorado, visiting friends along the way. We saw our former foster daughter, Rosalind and her family. Rosalind has been having many medical problems this year. We’re hoping she will feel better soon. Meanwhile, her brother, Bubba, lives in Missouri with wife Jenny and adorable daughter, Becca.
We began the year visiting Antarctica, starting in Ushuaia, Argentina, where we spent a day at the nearby National Park before boarding the Plancius, our home for the next two weeks. We visited the Falklands, which we found more English than England itself, were caught in a storm for a day and half, almost froze on South Georgia Island, and finally set foot on the Antarctic continent, our seventh.
The Cloudmans joined us for a short trip to Pico Bonito, in Honduras, with Granny and Flo, as well as a Mexican Road Trip. We postponed the latter last year due to the Swine Flu kerfuffle. In Mexico, in addition to some endemic birds and a very local rattlesnake, we saw a country hit hard by the economic downturn. The three main sources of revenue, oil, tourism, and remittances, all declined in the year. Some enterprising men filled potholes in the road and asked for tips from passing motorists.
Our Big Trip™ for the year was a six-week tour of southern Africa. We started with a visit to Namibia, Botswana, and Zambia, which lived up to our high expectations. The highlight of that part of the trip was undoubtedly the view of two leopards mating in a tree in the Moremi Game Reserve in Xakanaxa, Botswana.
We still had more trips planned: a short week’s visit to Panama with Granny and Flo. The canal is fascinating, both historically and technically, and the country seems to be in much better shape now than when we last visited. We were treated to great views of White-faced Capuchins during a boat ride on Gatun Lake, and the first look ever at a Strawberry Poison-dart Frog on an island in Bocas del Toro.
We managed a quick trip to New York City to visit some old friends and relatives. First, we stopped off in Northhampton, MA, to see Linda’s cousin, Leslie Fuller. Then on to the Big Apple, where we saw three plays and one ballet, ate at several good restaurants, and stayed at a quaint, European-style hotel in the heart of Greenwich Village. Billy Elliot and the 50th anniversary show of the Alvin Ailey Dance Troupe were especially outstanding. We left town before the blizzard hit, but still found the Northeast cold and dark.
With our children and (cute and smart) grandchildren in the Bay Area, we naturally headed to California for Christmas. We returned to Rancho Relaxo, aka Purple Haze, to see how work on the cabin was progressing.
We prepared an early Christmas Dinner (we had several) at Claire and Ron’s condo featuring wild Oyster Mushroom fritters as an appetizer, followed by a vegetarian meal with Jim’s Eggplant and Shrimp casserole as the main dish.
The next day, Charles and the kids met us at the California Academy of Sciences, a fabulous place for kids and adults both. When Linda pointed to some animals in the Madagascar exhibit and said, “Look, Kiera, turtles,” Kiera immediately corrected her, “Those aren’t turtles, Nana, they’re tortoises.” Of course, she was correct.
Additional photos of the wedding are online at Picasa
.Claire and Ron flew to Virginia for Christmas with Ron’s family, leaving us in charge of her condo and cat Princess Moonbeam. We ate another Christmas Dinner, on Christmas Eve at Amy and Charles’s before moving to Berkeley for our final Christmas Dinner the next day at the home of Amy's Mother, Mormor.
On Sunday, we squeezed in a Christmas Bird Count in Marin County, where we failed to see the Varied Thrush yet again. We had already participated in the Mad Island Matagorda County count, which will probably be the top count again.
Things don't look good for endangered species.
Our comensals are the same as last year: