Vacation – Page 25 – Out & About

The other tiny houses of Caravan

We stayed in the Roly Poly at the Caravan Tiny House Hotel. But here are the other houses you could visit.

This is the Caboose. It is 134 square feet and has seating for 4-5 people as well as two bunk beds and a loft bed.

This is Rosebud, a 120 square feet traditional tiny house design.

This is the Tandem which is 160 square feet. It has two queen beds.

This is Skyline, which is 160 square feet, but with a shed roof, so it seems larger. Of the tiny houses here, this is the one I would choose because I could put a desk upstairs where the second bed is and have my cozy “reverse loft” that I’ve become rather obsessed with.

This is the Kangablue, which is another 170 square foot traditional tiny house.

I’m hoping to book another stay one of these tiny houses in the future. It’s fun for a night away.

Caravan the next morning.

View from my window. That’s the fire pit and hidden between the two tiny houses you see are the fixins for s’mores. It was a very cold night, so we just ate the chocolate.

More pictures from inside. The bathroom door.

Standard sized toilet hooked up to city water. There was also a tiny shower, which we did not partake in, sadly, due to the fact it was cold enough that the water froze.

More storage.

Our departing photo.

Great front porch, with our room service tray from the night before.

Back view. That was my bedroom window.

Of course, I had to peek in the box on this side.

Caravan

Where am I headed on a cold winter day?

To Caravan! My friend Deborah gave me a stay in a tiny house for my birthday. Caravan is the first tiny house hotel in the USA.

We stayed in the Roly Poly, which is 80 square feet. Here’s the main section. The ladder stores on the wall when not in use.

Standing against the ladder wall you can see the house from the other direction. I was particularly enchanted with the string art.

Additional storage space built in under the lofts.

The queen-sized loft bed.

Deborah playing the uke. A tiny guitar for a tiny house.

Storage space above the kitchen.

After warming up the soup dinner brought by Deborah, we spent the evening chatting, her on one loft bed, me on another. Deborah tried out different songs from a new songbook. I caught up on the newspaper. Around 10:30 we got hungry and ordered room service from the Radio Room, a restaurant across the street from Caravan. Delicious pork tostadas were consumed.

Farmers Market and Buffalo Bill Days.

Buffalo Bill days had many things, including an outhouse race.

This gentleman in the hot dog costume wanted us to buy fresh made donuts. He did what any teenager enthusiastically overselling things will do: cartwheels. I bought a twist and man, was that a good donut. It rivaled Blue Star Donuts and that is saying a lot.

The teenager sitting in the window noticed me and waved before I could take the picture.

I tried out these chairs, which were so incredibly comfortable, I wished to pack one up and carry it back to Portland with me.

E with her donut sample.

They had Civil War reenactors.

E examines walking sticks that are also flutes.

L sat with me on the comfortable chair.

Patrick, after nearly getting hit by one of the walking sticks, helps E choose one to try out.

I was fascinated by the family and took many surreptitious photos of them.

This youngster told us all about the cannon.

He had great cheekbones.

E got to hold one of the cannon balls. (Cue the Breeders)

I enjoy a good label and am happy to know this is where the windshield washer fluid is kept.

Not a warning you will see on a civilian vehicle.

Big truck.

Patrick looking into a humvee.

There were pony rides! E and L meet one of the ponies.

Also on this trip I learned that when you are around small children, you tend to acquire things.

An excellent juxtaposition of customer t-shirt and vendor sign.

These guns were really great. I bought one.

Patrick takes a shot.

Headed for the pony rides.

They were still getting the ponies saddled.

Hipster cowboy.

The cheerful owner.

These girls were interested, but ultimately, only one of them rode.

E and Patrick.

L and Heather.

Riding.

Working teenagers.

When we walked back through, there was another outhouse ready to be pushed in the contest.

So ended a great trip. Thanks to Heather, Patrick and the girls for funding and hosting me. It was so wonderful to see them and their slice of army life.

VFW Pancake Breakfast.

E did this thing where she would walk out the back door, walk down the path and then turn right. Always right, never left.

We headed out for our day and Patrick nicely took the back seat. Three adults and two children in the car is a bit of a tight fit.

First a walk through of the Leavenworth Farmers Market.

This was still early, it was more crowded when we walked back through.

Alas, it seems I have missed out on Fried Meatballs on a Stick.

L leads us to the VFW Pancake Breakfast. Patrick is a lifetime member of the VFW.

I enjoy me a pancake breakfast. Especially when I can avoid the pancakes and get biscuits and gravy instead.

L. contemplates her plate.

Patrick sets E up.

Aside from eating, I people watched.

More details of Fort Leavenworth.

I had one last postcard to mail, so I took a short walk to the mailbox. On the way I read about the Mormon Battallion at Fort Leavenworth. Then I laughed to see who had placed the sign.

It’s hard to go just one place on the fort, there are so many things to see. I took a detour to this statue of Grant, which I attempted to capture from a non-traditional angle.

I liked the many different patterns on the informational part of the plaque.

A nostrils view of Grant.

With the advent of digital photography, I often take photos to remind me what I’ve photographed. Who was this guy again? Oh yes, Grant.

More view of the first wall.

The sign in front of Heather and Patrick’s house.

Such a pretty house.

Nice star detail on the old DB.

Kansas City Ethnic Festival

Heather and I visited Kansas City’s Ethnic Festival (the 35th Annual) and had many delicious things to eat.

Here you can see Aebleskiver from Norway being made.

There were also crafts sold at many of the booths.

I ate these delicious Swedish Meatballs wrapped in lefse and garnished with Lingonberry sauce. It was salty sweet and delicious.

Heather got Potatas Brava from Spain.

Really awesome shields.

The Serbia booth.

Where I got Serbian style potato salad. Which was delicious!

Irish dancers not yet in full costume. I don’t blame them. It was hot and that hair must be crazy conductors of heat.

The Slavic Group demonstrates some Czech and Slovak dancing.

Guess what was delicious? Egyptian Hibiscus Iced Drink. I had several different drinks and this was my favorite.

Their booth was awesome too.

This was the first of three Empanadas. This from Bolivia and was with cheese. It was my favorite empanada too.

We sat for a while and watched dancers. I snuck pictures of people in the crowd.

Like these two, paying attention to what was happening on stage.

Irish dancers are now costumed.

Head in a hole!

And another! I approached these from the back, so had no idea what head I was committing to.

Heather went for the geisha.

Post-dance Irish dancer, identified by her hair.

My second empanada, this one from Ecuador and filled with beef.

The Blautaler Folk Danceers had these great half socks that I loved.

I liked the blue skirts too, but those calf socks! So cool. And the feathers on the caps.

It was rainy, so Heather got a subscription to the KC Star and we got an umbrella.

We watched the Tamuritzan/Hrvatski Obicaj group perform Croatian music.

This was a fun sing along.

Sneaking more pictures of the audience.

This lady brought her own chair. Which I bet she’s owned since the early 1980s.

Summer rain watched from under a covered roof is a-okay with me.

Self-portrait of bag.

CARL, Buffalo Soldiers Monument, more of the Fort, the PX

On any vacation, I enjoy visiting libraries and this was no different. Heather took me to CARL the Combined Arms Research Library, which was my first army library experience.

They had a good YA section. Here’s where John Green’s books would be if there were any on the shelves. Also note that Go Ask Alice (by Anonymous) is mis-shelved.

A nice display encouraging one to not join the book burners.

There was a good collection of DVDs to choose from. Also, because a lot of soldiers come to Ft. Leavenworth to go to school, there was also a section of the library that looks just like university bookstores look, although the books were available to lend, not buy.

They also had a very nice children’s section which was wisely walled off from the regular library.

Outside of the library we took a walk. Most bikes weren’t locked up and many riders just left their helmets dangling. Very different from Portland.

A long covered walkway.

Look what we found!

More example of prison iron works.

Here is the Buffalo Soldiers’ Monument.

L & E look at the monument. Right after I took this picture E walked under the bar and onto the rocks and I retrieved her.

Info about the monument.

There is also a section that recognizes important African Americans in the army.

I read about the smoke jumpers last year for Librarian Book Group.

Here is General Roscoe Robinson Jr. who was the first African American Four Star General of the US Army.

This guy advocated equal treatment for Blacks and Native Americans.

Here is where Colin Powell will be soon.

Henry Ossian Flipper was the fourth black to attend and the first black to graduate. That syntax comes from the monument, not from me. He is our last stop on the Circle of Firsts. (I found a brochure)

I wandered to the post office and then around for a bit . Nice ginkgo tree.

This was once known as the “Beehive.” This is because this was housing for a period in the 50s and 60s for families who had five or more children. It’s a huge building, which would easily take up a city block. Apparently all the children running in and out all day made the building seem like a beehive.

The house on the far left was where Eisenhower was posted when he lived here, long before he became a general.

I liked this dog sitting in the doorway. This also shows how every house has a nameplate telling you who lives there.

This is the Japanese house which has housed a succession of families from Japan since the 1960s.

We also went to the PX, which is like the army department store. My favorite part was the uniform shop, where all the little uniform doodads are purchased.

Missouri River, Leavenworth prison, Geocaching and some cooking.

Let us leave the Fort and go to Leavenworth proper. Above, you can see that Leavenworth is the first city of Kansas. Below, the bridge that gets us across the Missouri River.

Here we are in Riverfront Park where Lewis and Clark traveled so many years ago.

Information about Leavenworth.

Under the bridge.

L. looking for something to eat.

E. looking cute. I learned how to put children in car seats on this trip.

We’ve seen the old DB (disciplinary barracks) on post and I’ve seen the new DB. But what about Leavenworth Prison? Here it is! Looking quite nice with a silver dome on top.

Just to be clear, the one on post is the Army prison, this one in the town of Leavenworth is the Federal prison.

We stopped at park and I went on my very first geocache. Here is our find.

Searching through our treasure.

The bushes we had to go through to get to the geocache.

Back at home we (meaning not me, but I watched) made frozen jello pops. They have jello in the bottom, and sprite on the top.

The girls cooking.

A visit to the Commissary.

So much fun! There is nothing ironic in that statement. When I travel I most delight in seeing normal everyday things that are different. This was one of them. One can only shop at the commissary if they have the proper military ID. I think you have to live at Ft. Leavenworth to shop there, though Heather can weigh in in comments if I’m wrong.

An easy way to fill prescriptions.

The produce looked delicious. Very fresh.

There were all sorts of food from all over the world, because Army families who live abroad want to be able to eat delicious food they develop a taste for when they return home.