[Mile 1,348 to 1,820] It’s hard to visit a place so majestic as Yellowstone without reflecting on the boundless cruelty and hubris imported to this country. In…
[Mile 980 to 1,348] Canola fields in Montana. As we set out across Montana the canola fields were spectacularly in bloom. The brightest 50’s kitchen yellow tucked…
[Mile 630 to 980] When I was young I took a road trip around the country with a friend, living in his Honda Prelude, we’d open our…
Day 0 trip/ Idaho/ Montana/ North America/ Travel/ United States/ Washington
Day 283 – Driving from Spokane to Glacier National Park
[Mile 335 to 630] We started the day in Spokane from our campground. I made a quick detour to grab a photo of the giant milk-jug shaped…
Day 0 trip/ North America/ Travel/ United States/ Washington
Day 282 – Spokane, WA – Driving across Washington State
[Mile 130 to 335] Washington is a very unusual state. Along the western coast the weather is extremely wet and mild. The high mountains trap the moisture…
[Mile zero to 130] This is it! We officially left the nest and started on our US road trip (after a bit of rethinking due to COVID…
Day 0 trip/ Personal thoughts and ideas/ Travel
Day 275 – Our new pirate ship – The 2000 Rialta 22HD. Ready to go!
We finally have a little home again. A little pirate ship to sail out into the world in a socially distant kind of a way. It’s been a…
Day 0 trip/ Personal thoughts and ideas/ Travel
Day 166-244 – the COVID Interlude – Escaping a pandemic and finding our bearings.
After years of saving and planning, months of giving away all of our things, our cars and furniture, and thinking through all of the problems we might face,…
Day 0 trip/ Destinations/ Spain/ Travel/ Western Europe
Day 161 – Granada, Spain – The last stronghold of Moorish Europe
Granada sits in the south of Spain at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains at the confluence of the Darro, the Genil, the Monachil and the Beiro…
Day 0 trip/ Destinations/ Spain/ Travel/ Western Europe
Day 155 – Seville, Spain – The orange blossom dream I wished would never end.
Thin winding streets lined with orange trees, the smell of orange blossoms surrounding you, ancient tile-work facades on brightly painted buildings in ochre and curry and mustard. The…