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Growing up Above the Clouds

Growing up Above the Clouds

This is how I know my father… From the vantage point of a young girl, peeking around the scratchy, mustard yellow seat back, looking up at this gentle giant tilting his head toward the blinking lights, a sun weathered hand from years of construction turning knobs, talking into the microphone to air traffic control, all … Continue reading

three on 3-wheels

three on 3-wheels

  Growing up in a time where no one thought twice about piling a flip-prone 3-wheeler with two kids to ride them around the sand, has its benefits.  Helmets were optional at that point, but at least she protected my pale skin from the sun with a visor.  I recently watched the documentary “Wanderlust” and … Continue reading

How the airlines lost my baggage.

How the airlines lost my baggage.

A couple years ago, I read this article about a guy who was only comfortable crying at movies while on an airplane, and I can’t help but think about it each time I board.  I have yet to figure out what it is about airplanes that allow you to be so emotional in your own … Continue reading

Maps.

Maps.

Maps. Preparation. Planning. Destinations. I place upon the walls of my living room maps of the places I want to visit.  Each day I stare at them.  I make notes of points of interest.  I research recommended routes. I scan pages of books to reference on the road.  I attempt to plan.  I gather as … Continue reading

Overcome. Fear. of. Water.

Overcome. Fear. of. Water.

It seems to be a natural first reaction to my announcement of solo travel: tell me what to look out for, what to fear.  Most of the time, its bears.  There was a fleeing fearful moment, before I researched the reality of attacks.  But yesterday, during a conversation with my sister, a fear stuck.  Of … Continue reading

The commonality of Strength

 I admire your strengths and love you for your weaknesses. It’s a good point in my life when I can look at the women I am surrounded by and see, among other remarkable attributes, the commonality of strength. They are survivors. At one point or another, they have been tested; some acts more unbearable than … Continue reading

Get out there and ride

Get out there and ride

I start off this summer of 2011 with a quote of the day: “…so, get out there and ride!  Take that trip to Alaska…circumnavigate California….go wherever adventure takes you…” This, spoken by the photographer at lunch today, all 4 of us at the table shares a affection for motorcycles in one way or another.  It … Continue reading