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lead image for this date7 November 2011 : Home Again

On a sunny Sunday afternoon In Palermo, I went out seeking water and yogurt for Rochelle. After more than an hour backtracking people carrying shopping bags, dodging raucous motor scooters, stumbling on uneven payment, and stepping around piles of trash and dog shit, I found myself at the end of my string...


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lead image for this date30 March 2013 : Home as Destination

For inveterate travelers like us, it's never long before the next trip starts hatching itself. Often, even before the last trip has ended! Planning for this trip began at least eight years ago, when the foundations of our world were altered (for the better) by three nights at the Merrie Monarch Festival in Hilo, Hawaii...


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lead image for this date10 August 2014 : Home: Hard to Leave

So little time, so many changes! The pre-departure countdown is ticking in the background, and the list of Undones still seems endless, but we know that Thursday morning will find us bidding cats and dog Goodbye and heading north on the Next Adventure...


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lead image for this date3 September 2014 :

Home again, home again, jiggedy jig. Pi the Cat recognizes us, and all's well in our world. Now, about Trip Planning and Prius Driving. As I have gotten older (and, arguably, more experienced as a traveler) I have come to the conclusion that there are two styles of travel: spontaneous, and well-planned...


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lead image for this date17 August 2015 : 2 Days Before Launch

Excitement is building. Most all the client fires are out, the homestead is looking tucked, and we're putting our traveling tools together.  This trip covers a lot of familiar and beloved territory...


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lead image for this date13 September 2015 : Home Again

Rochelle drove us home, through the back roads north of Colusa, and across to Williams for a to-go sandwich from Granzella's. As we headed into the Coast Range's foothills, we saw smoke from the Valley Fire that wiped out Harbin Hot Springs and a goodly part of Middletown...


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lead image for this date28 June 2016 : Home Again, Home Again, Jigetty-Jig

Our internal clocks are catty-wampus. We awoke this morning before sunrise in Montréal, wide-eyed and as rested as we were going to get. The hotel offered breakfast starting at 5, so why not go see? It was lamentable, as expected, and our flight promised breakfast, but by then we'd be four hours into our travel day...


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lead image for this date13 May 2018 : Mother’s Day

I'm really just working on upgrading the display characteristics of this hoary old travel-log software. Look, it's responsive ...but it doesn't really work if you try to look in with a phone. Tough noogies!


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1st per in:|dging raucous motor scooters, stumbling on uneven payment, and stepping around piles of trash and dog shit, I found myself at the end of my string. Simultaneously, back in our lovely rented apartment, Rochelle was reaching the same conclusion. By the time I got back with 10 pounds of water and 6 pounds of other food stuffs I couldn't utter a civil word. I cooked the tastiest taglietelle we've had since Vallelunga, and calmed down enough to agree with Rochelle: this is not fun any more. Everything we really want to do can be done better in Caspar. Time to go home. After determining that flying from Palermo was awkward and ruinously expensive, off I went back to the Palermo Centrale to change our train tickets, thankfully an easy and friendly exchange with the helpful agent. The rest of the evening was spent arranging a flight home, a place to overnight in Naples, and a pick-up and ride home from the airport. |
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1st per in:|p began at least eight years ago, when the foundations of our world were altered (for the better) by three nights at the Merrie Monarch Festival in Hilo, Hawaii. After the first night, and despite a cold dark ride almost to Volcano afterwards, we couldn't stop talking about coming back ... and staying closer! The challenge with the Merrie Monarch is that Hilo is Hawaii's second city, but it's also not a common tourist destination, and so finding a place to stay for the 50th celebration of the Merrie Monarch is chancy at best.|
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1st per in:|ay morning will find us bidding cats and dog Goodbye and heading north on the Next Adventure.  Progress on the homestead has been solid this Spring and Summer. We are finally in the "finish the details" mode, something I have long anticipated. Starting with the new purple slate entryway and, less obvious but more important, the propane-assisted solar water heater, the major unfinished bits are almost gone, and we're down to finish carpentry. Time for a trip!|
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1st per in:| (and, arguably, more experienced as a traveler) I have come to the conclusion that there are two styles of travel: spontaneous, and well-planned. |
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1st per in:|ers a lot of familiar and beloved territory. Quickly up the coast all the way as far as you can go, until the road is swallowed by the swamps of the Olympic Peninsula's upper left corner.  A couple of days for the Olympics in Port Angeles, then across the Strait to Victoria, where we'll stay at the Fairmont Empress, the Grand Old Hotel right on the harbor, and Rochelle and I will indulge in High Tea for her 70th birthday. Two days in Victoria, then Butchart Gardens on our way to a little cottage on Salt Spring Island. We hope to have enough time to find out what's up with Salt Spring's local money. Then a huge travel day, three ferries, north along the Inner Passage, then across it, then back south to the only major new thing, the West Coast Wilderness Lodge, where we expect to explore a fjord and hope to watch Orcas. One last ferry ride and then back to familiar territory in Vancouver for three days -- Yum! -- and two more days in Seattle -- Yum! again. And then to Portland for a day (more Yum!) before Silverton with family.  Finally, four days, five plays, in Ashland, a couple of days with Chad's family in Chico, and home, 26 days and 2,500 miles later. Getting real! I'm nearly ready ...and, in some ways, I am beyond ready.|
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1st per in:|s foothills, we saw smoke from the Valley Fire that wiped out Harbin Hot Springs and a goodly part of Middletown. The smoke was oppressive around the lake, the opposite shore completely obscured. Ukiah was under a smoky blanket. We finally found clear air at Montgomery Woods where we ate our sandwich beside a mere dribble of Orr Creek.|
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1st per in:|d breakfast starting at 5, so why not go see? It was lamentable, as expected, and our flight promised breakfast, but by then we'd be four hours into our travel day. Everyone staying at the hotel, it seemed, wanted to go to the airport on the 6am shuttle, but (not surprisingly) we were the first on board. We are motivated. Looking back to where we were yesterday, it's more than a little shocking, where we started this morning ...and where we'll start tomorrow morning! This international jetting about has just got to stop, and let our heads and our hearts catch up. After a miscue about where we should be – “Oh, you're at gate 1, domestic Air Canada. You want gate 9, US Air Canada” – we got ourselves through Canadian Security (not as ugly as French) and US pre-clearance (much uglier) and to the departure gates, where we found, once again, that the Air Canada lounge was at the opposite end from our gate. “Well,” says Rochelle, “I won't feel guilty about sitting for five hours; I've had my walk.”|
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