On our bike tour, it was frustrating trying so hard to figure out a routine packing up every morning. This task, this task, then this. Every morning, never less than 90 minutes, or was it two hours? I can't remember how long, just all the minutes piling up, in the same exact fashion. Yes, … Continue reading Those tiny little bags for tiny little things
Needed an afternoon freeway break from driving to stretch my legs. Driving tired is worse than driving drunk. Willpower is never good enough to will eyelids open, or rolling the window down for fresh air, or pinching your thighs... about 8 years ago, we found ourselves in Ohio. Rich was super thrilled to go to Cedar … Continue reading Word of the day: Anachronism
After my dad died and before the foster home, mom made sure to still keep backpacking with my brother and I. Our family had a special meadow on the slopes of Mt. Brokeoff, next to Mt. Lassen. Its not as tall, but Lassen is a trudge up a hot, sun exposed cinder volcano, while her … Continue reading Gear: the Tent.
Truth is self-evident, art and writing that is good enough speaks for itself. Shuttering the glass studio does not change the fact I am an artist, so writing became my creative outlet. Here are two books in progress, over at Inkshares. On that website, aspiring authors can post samples of work to generate interest. If … Continue reading Truth is Self-Evident. (Inkshares)
Last day in Paia before the airport, we wandered among the shops, and I was happy to see this random artifact. Snapping a picture, I told Rich that my dad gave me a really tall horse like this, where she seemed to fill a room, the memory impossible to express in a few words. Long … Continue reading Doing the Tourist Thing: window shopping
My first husband was a Navy Recon Corpsman, who was trained to treat serious battlefield injuries. (What is Recon, you may ask? The Marines need their own medics. Since they were Navy, these Corpsman didn't "have to" train with their assigned bad-ass Marine company, but they got more respect when they did.) We would … Continue reading Gear: first aid kit and risk management.
Rich and I were both pretty good at it, back in the day, getting addicted to hand-held video games consisting of tiny gray squares descending 50 pixel screens that beeped. We settled into a 5x10 storage unit with a narrow door. Of all our treasures, we decided to keep some solid wood dressers, some clothing … Continue reading Nomad Olympics: Team Tetris