San Francisco 2011, Day Eight
We woke up at the crack o’ dawn on Sunday1 to drive down to Muir Woods as soon as the park opened, and before all the tourists arrived. Choosing the path less taken every time, we found ourselves on a...
View ArticleForty-Eight Hours in Glacier Park
Last week my camera and I took a trip into rural Montana and the mountains of Glacier National Park. A storm rolled in as we walked down the country road. But cleared up in time for a great sunset. We...
View ArticleMorocco, Week Twelve
“The only things they trust are the racing ships Posiedon gave, to sail the deep blue sea like white wings in the sky, or a flashing thought.” The Odyssey (Homer) One of the perks of working in a...
View ArticleMorocco, Week Fourteen
Week fourteen began with Austrians and ended with Germans. I had two delightful Austrian house guests, Sabine and Hans-Peter, who kept me entertained on Monday and Tuesday. Both of them had quit their...
View ArticleIsrael, Day Eight: Bedouin It Wrong
After a very brief night’s sleep,1 we were back on the bus. We drove through the desert just before dawn, intent on making it up Masada before sunrise. Since we left the hotel several minutes late,...
View ArticleIsrael, Day Nine: Never Go-Negev You Up, Never Gonna Run Around and Desert You
I’m normally a morning person, but on our ninth morning in Israel, I was barely a person. I woke up groggy and disheveled. My clothes smelled of smoke, I had to pee, and there were twenty-odd bodies...
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