From the stairs of the bus I could see through the open air diner to the muddy river meandering on the other side. A silver pot the size of a washtub sat on a bucket of glowing coals belching steam…. Read More ›
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Camino Portuguese – Finesterre-Muxia Part 17 – ‘Sore Feet And An Old Bicycle’
Sore Feet and An Old Bicycle Cool air drifted through the albergue window that framed the slim blue neon cross that topped the adjacent church. As sunlight crept over the hills and fell upon the hedge rows cockerels cackled into… Read More ›
Lambing Season
How do you make a living on a rock surrounded by water that doesn’t have a large employer, a bridge to the mainland or even a hospital? Small businesses like a bike shop, bakery or pub is one answer… Read More ›
Civil Competitors Do Exist
Yawning runners formed a line in front of the Honey Buckets and as the start time neared the line swelled. The runners came from different states and countries, are competitive by nature, sported diverse fashion tastes, had different… Read More ›
Bald Eagles Passing Through
The other day I was driving through Skagit County, Washington, about thirty minutes south of our home when I came upon several bald eagles, thirty to forty. It was like being in Alaska. Most were standing around in the center… Read More ›
Are You Looking At Me?
I noticed a few photographs in my collection that seemed to say, “Are you looking at me?” So I put them together in this post. The first two contain attractive young people who were models in a portrait class I took… Read More ›
My Day Began Early
At dawn I stole a kiss as the bus idled and diesel fumes crowded out the crisp NW air. Sue disappeared behind the idling beast but I could hear her pleasant greeting to the driver. In a few hours she… Read More ›
Traveling South By Boat –Part 4 (Coming Ashore)
From the bow Susan announced, in a concerned voice, “There’s a man on a boat ahead of us that just took off his shirt and started waving it. I think he’s in trouble.” We were in a sliver of a… Read More ›
Traveling South By Boat – Part 3
The skipper was below determining our anchorage for the night when the numbers on the depth gauge began to tumble. Elixir’s deep draw of seven feet four inches makes her especially stable in blue water but in the shallow, shoaling… Read More ›
Traveling South By Boat – Part One
Susan has the mind of a scientist, the slim physique of a woman who walks at lunch instead of gobbling trans fats, can turn dwindling food stores into a delicious dinner and is quick to help with the wet,… Read More ›
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