Saturday, July 23, 2011
|The wife is pretty happy with this quick|
point-and-shoot of Narada Falls as it tried
to mist up her camera lens.
|A long hike resulted in this self-portrait with |
the mountain crowding into the shot. Pushy mountain.
|We are happy to share our BMW with the mountain!|
|1995 BMW 325iC|
Yep, we've been on the run. Up in Seattle via the air, then traveling galore, foot, bus, light rail, train, car, and more and more feet. Been to the Space Needle, yup. On a ferry out to Bainbridge Island, yessir. Up and down Pike and Pine more than once, check. Up to the U of W and canoeing on Lake Washington, yeah. Bought a car, got it. Sampled beer and coffee and seafood and other delights, oh yez. Tramped our legs off, ja. Now it time to start wending our way homeward, maybe after a sideline to Mt. Rainier, a cruise up Snake River Canyon, stop in Boise, that kind of thing.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
|Photo from Star Tribune|
It's a sad loss for the town and a loss for us too, having stayed there on one of our anniversary trips. We told friends about it and encouraged them also to stay there, which TQ and wife did. It was a beauty of a place, very comfortable, and Bobbi McCrea made a great host and cook. Too bad. Star Tribune story is here, follow-ups here and here.
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Back on this day in 1977, I was a 20-year-old newly-dismissed soldier hitch-hiking across Europe. On July 3, I woke up in Switzerland, having spent the night beneath a roadside sign that offered some protection from the lights of the traffic passing by, but little from the morning sun that greeted me on the first day of my freedom from Uncle Sam's schedule and requirements. I was a free bird, and I spent the next night in a little hotel in view of the Swiss alps, having chatted that evening with a mountain climber who was spending a few days of his own freedom doing some serious mountaineering.
I wouldn't get home until September, spending the next several weeks meeting people in Italy, Greece, and England, where I hung out with my sister, who was just finishing her own military stint in Lakenheath AFB.
It was an eye-opening several weeks for me, trying to shape up and shake out the lethargy of barracks life, a kind of journey of discovery that had many twists and turns, ups and downs (which included having all my American Express travelers checks stolen in Greece), and finally brought me home. Even the final stages of my journey, hitchhiking from Sioux Falls to Ramona, then to Fort Pierre, were memorable and instructive. But finally I was taken back into the embrace of my family, who were surprised when I arrived, about 26 months after I had boarded the plane bound for Germany.
Happy Independence Day, all!
Happy Independence Day, all!
Friday, July 01, 2011
The wife an a friend of ours have been knit-meisters for over a year, turning string into a wide variety of items for gifts and their own use, wearable and otherwise. But they haven't knitted a toilet-cozy. Not a toilet SEAT cozy. A public toilet cozy. Yep. Check out the vid. Those Australians!
You might enjoy looking for other evidence of "yarn bombing," which in Vancouver has an "International Yarn Bombing Day" devoted to it. I may have to encourage the wife to create a decorative knit cover for her bike like this one.