Tuesday, September 16, 2008

2005 to Today!

In 2005 I somehow ended up on a documentary-filming expedition in the South of France. And when I say ended up – I mean ended up. Seriously. It was quite a turn of events. At the time I was working for a hideously dishonest British man who happens to have a lovely father. (I was actively looking for a different job and eventually wound up in Mississippi… and then back in Utah, but that’s another story) Anyway, Horrible boss' Father (Bill) is a bit of a history buff and is very interested in the mystery at Rennes-le-Chateau (More later on that).

My boss had the idea to send me over to England to film a series of interviews for his lovely business partner. He must have mentioned this to his father, who became very excited because he was in the process of planning his next expedition to France for research and a bit of mischeif. So I ended up spending a week in England for the interviews (got to pop up to London town and tour a bit and see Les Miserables!) and then headed down to Carcassone and the Rennes-le-Chateau area with Bill and two other lovely people – Sandy, an archaeologist, and Ben, another lover of the Rennes mystery. (Ben Hammott – thetombman.com)

We stayed at a gorgeous new (for France, 1923) Gite (a house you can rent) in Esperaza, Aude Languedoc region of France, called La Maison du Chapelier. It is owned by a great English guy and his French wife. They run a hotel out of half of it, and rent out the other half of the house as a residence. It was lovely!



















Our Gite - "La Maison du Chapelier." There is a lovely boulangerie around the corner that has fresh bread (french bread, of course!) and pain au choclat every day! Yum!


Let me tell you, the South of France is everything everyone makes it out to be. Seriously.
I grew up near Napa, and Napa, while pretty, ain’t got nothin’ on Southern France’s rolling green hills and valleys covered in perfectly planted vineyards. Medieval Castles still dot the hillside – you can stand in one “tour” (tower) and see three others on the facing hills.




























The soft sunlight caresses the region (really, there’s no other way to describe the delicate interplay between light and land there) and you can just feel the history of the place all around you, whispering its long-hidden secrets quickly through your hair, barely inaudible, yet always there. (Obviously, I needed a minute to wax poetic just then... okay, I'm over it.)















Me on the Tour Magdala (Magdalene Tower) at Rennes le Chateau.



















Bill & Ben

Aude Languedoc was once a Roman region, and you can still find (and bathe) in the ruins of Roman baths built on hot springs. It is also the region where the Knights Templar, the Holy Grail and Priory of Sion come heavily into play in medieval times, and where Christ’s body is rumored to have been buried (and still lay, for whatever that’s worth - which is, in a roundabout way, what brought me and my companions to the area).

I have to say, I had no idea of what I was getting myself into. All I heard was: “Trip to England and France?” Right. Sign me up. “What? I’m going to film an archaeological expedition? Sweet! Lets go!”

I really wish I'd had more background info on the project before I went. Normally I would have researched the heck out of the subject before jumping on a plane, but I was finishing up my last semester at the Y and working 3/4 time as well. I had zero time. In fact, I skipped out on “walking” at graduation to go on the trip. Pomp and Circumstance or crawling around in caves and visiting castles in Southern France? Yeah, just try and tell me I made the wrong decision. I’ll laugh really, really hard.















So, long story short, while we were there, a small group making a documentary film on a subject similar to Dan Brown’s DaVinci code (the Film was set to release a few months after I returned from France) collaborated with us to film our group’s expedition (and use my footage) as Ben Hammott, one of our party, had actually made some amazing headway with solving the mystery of the Priest Sauniere. He’d actually found one of the artifacts Sauniere had hidden as a part in a series of clues left to solve his mystery. Part of my expedition was to find the second clue, which we did.














Near the site of our "Finds" (The guy in the BYU sweatshirt is actually wearing my BYU sweatshirt. It was chillier there than he'd anticipated so he borrowed it. It was quite humorous as he is in no way, shape or form connected to BYU... ya know?)















Our "Finds"

Bill, Ben and Sandy agreed to let the producers of the documentary use our footage in exchange for letting us use their footage for our own documentary once theirs had been released. That film was FINALLY released this year in limited release. It did the festival circuit, some colleges and indie venues across the states. It is releasing on DVD today. I’ve ordered it and am expecting to receive it today. It should be interesting.

Disclaimer: I have no idea whatsoever how this film looks, what its ultimate message is, etc (sadly)… so, I have to say cautiously – check it out, but beware! I think the message is trying to discredit the resurrection of Christ, ultimately, but I’m not sure… All in all, watch it carefully, be a responsible viewer, if you do choose to watch it, and take things at face value. For my part in the film, I was privileged to be part of an amazing archaeological discovery and loved every minute. Nothing we discovered lead to the conclusion I mentioned above and none of my companions on the shoot believe the two subjects (of Christ’s resurrection and Sauniere’s mystery) to be interconnected in that manner – it is believed that Sauniere’s mystery may have more to do with discrediting the Catholic Church than with discrediting Christ’s resurrection…)

That’s it. I hope I haven’t confused you too badly. The short of it:
Theres a film I helped film. It releases on DVD today. I think you should check it out (carefully).

Oh, it’s called Bloodline. And Netflix is carrying it.











Cheers.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Angel Island

Woo! Boredom is still an issue on the back burner, and I'm seriously trying to re-shelf and reorganize all the little bubbles in my life so I can decide what to change... its a big project though.

Anyhow, on to the actual subject of this post! Yesterday I went to Angel Island with my sister Kelly and my friend from Southern Virginia College, Erin. (Erin now lives in San Francisco.) Angel island is a small island off the San Francisco coast. It is only accessible by boat or ferry. The Miwok Indians lived on the island for "thousands" of years before the Spaniards arrived. In the 19th century it served as an Ellis Island of sorts for San Francisco. Ships would stop there to be checked for small pox and other epidemics, if sickness was found onboard, the inhabitants would be quarantined in barracks on the island and the ship would be disinfected with steam. Eventually this became unnecessary and the island was used as a military base and later turned into a state park. There are still a handful of the original buildings on the island, but mostly its a great hiking spot!

Kelly and I met Erin on the Island. We left around 9am from Oakland and took the ferry over to SF, hopped on another ferrry and ended up on the island.

We hiked to the interior of the island and up to the to the top of Mt. Livermore, carefully avoiding the crazy annoying troop of pre-adolescent boy scouts. We hiked from 10:30 to about 1:45, and I think it was around 4-5 miles. Not bad.

I have to admit, as much fun as the island was (not to mention an astounding collection of tiny ecosystems!) I think I liked the ferry ride almost more than the island. Being back on a boat gave my soul a momentary sigh of relief. Being on the ocean feels like home, and its not until I'm back on it that I realize how stressful being landlocked is to me! (I live a tiny bit inland and a good hour and a half from a usable beach) Ugh. Anyhoo, yay for the ferry! Seriously! Nothing like the salt breeze and the feel of the boat swaying.

Funny thing - I have really bad balance. Seriously, I walk into walls. I constantly have a new bruise. My Mom always thought it was just one of those akward phases... yah, 16 years later... still going. On ships I'm practically (dare I say?) graceful. Weird huh? I have a theory that my body actually thinks I'm at sea all of the time. So when I'm actually at sea, I move the right way, and when I'm on land - kabam, splat!

Okay, thats it for now.
Pictures:












In the Oakland Harbor. I somehow forgot to take a picture of our boat. (You're really not missing anything. It was pretty much a rust-bucket.)












Me & Kels. Kelly woke up with a mohawk and decided to just go with it.
(Somehow I just turned on "Underline"... no clue how, and I really don't care about turning it off, so you get to deal with it! Woo!













This is one of my favorite spots on ships... the wake is completely relaxing and slightly hypnotic.














Sailing under the Bay Bridge, at the Treasure Island connector.














One of the remaining historic buildings overlooking Ayala cove. This one used to be a barrack for quarrantined ship passengers and crew.














One of the many, many picture pauses on the trail. Erin, Me & Kels. (The fog finally burnt off!)














Part of the incredible panoramic view from the side of the island (near the top).














Naptime after the hike... the empty pier called our names! (I was sleeping in the middle, but obviously had to get up to snap the pix!)














Lookout! The jellies were out in full force! It made for some fun poking action:














Yes, that is Kelly acting like the 8-year-old kids running up and down the beach, poking the dead jellyfish. Yup. Lol.














The Ferry Ride back was perfect! Sailboats all over the bay and the sunshine was in full swing. (Golden Gate in the far, far distance)

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Ex-Balloon Girl

My little sister's husband is taking weekend classes all the way out in San Jose. It’s a beast of a commute for him, but leaves the weekends for Kels and I to have a bit of fun! (Not that we don’t have enough time to have fun together every day at work plus at the gym at night! Lol. This weekend, Kelly and I trekked back to our old homeland, Vallejo. We went to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom. Growing up in Vallejo, Discovery Kingdom used to be called “Marine World Africa USA.” There were no rides, just a park full of really great animals and animal shows, plus one really, really awesome playground for kids (which has since been removed and replaced with much “safer” equipment – tragically!) I actually worked at the park when I was 16& 17 during the summers! I worked in the Gift Shops, the Fudge shop (yum!) and I was a balloon girl, lol. Yup, the girl who walks around the park selling silly animal-shaped balloons. Hahaha. (I don’t think they do that anymore though…)


















Since we moved away from Vallejo in 1997, Six Flags bought out the park and has been busy transforming it into a busy, very commercialized park full of roller-coasters an various carnival rides.

Luckily the animals are still there! Kelly and I had a great time ogling over the lions, tigers and giraffes! (sorry, no bears!) The giraffe and I became very good friends and even had a tounge-sticking-out-contest. He won.















We also saw the Sharks,




















Dolphins (missed the whales), Elephants
















and some Camels. There was even a Stingray petting pool. It was nowhere as cool as swimming with them in the Caymen islands, but still a thoroughly, amazingly fun experience! They’re like slimy cats… I know that doesn’t exactly sound very appealing, but it’s the coolest thing!!!





















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