The train had been stopped too long to just be picking up passengers plus we were not at a station. We were sitting on a sunny stretch of track with a view of nowhere when the diesel engines fell silent… Read More ›
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Trails and Trains through Portugal and Spain – Part 1 (Camino Portuguese, Camino Finesterre-Muxia)
I have always been a sucker for inspirational films that include travel across foreign lands. Especially those films where the protagonist hikes, sails, or bicycles the globe and along the way finds the insight, strength and courage to complete their… 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 ›
The Dandy Daffodil Tweed Ride
The fields were painted red and yellow with tulips and daffodils, the backdrop was the snow capped peaks of the Cascade Mountains and the bicycle riders in their tweed hats, coats and skirts added an air of sophistication to… 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 ›
The Night Shift And A Handsome Man
I didn’t see them but I could hear them. Not because they were loud and obnoxious, but because it was early, voices were few in the restaurant and our chairs were back to back. Hearing only their voices and… Read More ›
Christmas Eve In The Coffee Shop
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m looking up at a pine covered hilltop draped in mist, “The Funeral” by Band of Horses is playing overhead and the hiss of milk being steamed bounces off the rustic wood and stone surfaces that surround… 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 ›
Black Leather, Brown Boxes and The American Legion
It was cold and the rain was pounding, not the gentle faucet drip we usually get in NW Washington but the “you better keep your eyes on the road and slow down” type. Despite the rain, my eyes drifted to… Read More ›
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