Racking Up the Miles
On Thursday and Friday, C and I went to look at trucks. The one from last week that he’d found interesting needed to be brought to the mechanic, so I picked him up early Thursday and we hurried north for 70-ish miles to collect the truck.
Putting It Together
Things I Learned in Africa
Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway
Five Tips for Balancing Energy While You Travel
Figuring It(aly) Out
Things That Don’t Help
Going Sideways to Go Forwards
I told you last time that, even though there is definitely some frustration in the planning stages of a big trip when it feels like there’s a wall that I can’t get around, I have learned that I almost always just need to
Lime Soda
St/rolling
The day after Colleen’s mobility scooter arrived, we went for our first st/roll. I strolled, she rolled. It was wonderful — for the first time in over a decade, I had trouble keeping up with her!
It’s for You!
I got you a present! It’s a brand new camera, all for this blog. (Okay, it also happens to have a phone wrapped around it, and that part’s for me.)
Catching Up to Now
Homecoming
Shipping Out
The Dutch in the Ancient World
Today we took the train to Leiden, to explore the town and visit the Museum of Antiquities.
Being Eleven Again
I mentioned in my last post that J and I were once eleven together…Today, the two of us went off to the Nemo Science Museum, to be eleven again and play with all the cool exhibits. It was a lot of fun.
On the Water
Cut and Run
After all the animals I’ve seen in the wild here in Africa, it felt distinctly strange to be going to a zoo… but I wanted to see what a Ugandan zoo was like
Impenetrable
For a Woman
Trip Diary: Breaking the First Rule
On the Nile
The Rhinos, the Road, and the River
Postcard from Uganda
In this special post I’ve put together some of the coolest photos from my two weeks in southern Africa, that somehow never made it into the write-ups.
Transitions
Bushman’s Holiday
Soft Camp, Hard Landscape
Trip Diary: Red in Tooth and Claw
Trip Diary: Beastland
Trip Diary: So This Is the Delta
Trip Diary: Where Are All the Elephants?
The Lookout Cafe is the centerpiece of Wild Horizons’ empire of Victoria Falls tourist attractions. It’s a restaurant, but that’s a little bit like saying that Broadway-caliber dinner theater is a restaurant. At the Lookout Cafe, lunch is respectable, but it’s really all about the view.
Trip Diary: Paying Calls
Trip Diary: Tenderness in Warthogs
There’s a line in an old Robert Heinlein book, in which the main character muses about the perfections of female humans, and then adds, “No doubt a gentleman warthog feels the same way about a lady warthog. But if so, both of us are very sincere.”
Trip Diary: Crocodiles and Rhinos
When I was very small, my father used to sing silly things to me, as many parents of small children do. One of his favorites was to sing the words “Heffalumps and Woozles,” from out of the Winnie the Pooh books, to the tune of “Politics and Poker,” from the Broadway musical “Fiorello!” I now understand the compulsion. All day today, I’ve been singing “Crocodiles and Rhinos” to myself, using the same tune.
Trip Diary: Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe
Seattle to Johannesburg
It’s 5:30 in the morning, and I’m lying in bed feeling perfectly content as a baboon chatters outside my window.
The birds have a great deal more to say
Last Steps
Hitting a Wall
Omicron
Wheelin’
My Best Trip Ever
Upcoming Trips
All Posts
Racking Up the Miles
On Thursday and Friday, C and I went to look at trucks. The one from last week that he’d found interesting needed to be brought to the mechanic, so I picked him up early Thursday and we hurried north for 70-ish miles to collect the truck.
Putting It Together
Things I Learned in Africa
Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway
Five Tips for Balancing Energy While You Travel
Figuring It(aly) Out
Things That Don’t Help
Going Sideways to Go Forwards
I told you last time that, even though there is definitely some frustration in the planning stages of a big trip when it feels like there’s a wall that I can’t get around, I have learned that I almost always just need to
Lime Soda
St/rolling
The day after Colleen’s mobility scooter arrived, we went for our first st/roll. I strolled, she rolled. It was wonderful — for the first time in over a decade, I had trouble keeping up with her!
It’s for You!
I got you a present! It’s a brand new camera, all for this blog. (Okay, it also happens to have a phone wrapped around it, and that part’s for me.)
Catching Up to Now
Homecoming
Shipping Out
The Dutch in the Ancient World
Today we took the train to Leiden, to explore the town and visit the Museum of Antiquities.
Being Eleven Again
I mentioned in my last post that J and I were once eleven together…Today, the two of us went off to the Nemo Science Museum, to be eleven again and play with all the cool exhibits. It was a lot of fun.
On the Water
Cut and Run
After all the animals I’ve seen in the wild here in Africa, it felt distinctly strange to be going to a zoo… but I wanted to see what a Ugandan zoo was like
Impenetrable
For a Woman
Trip Diary: Breaking the First Rule
On the Nile
The Rhinos, the Road, and the River
Postcard from Uganda
In this special post I’ve put together some of the coolest photos from my two weeks in southern Africa, that somehow never made it into the write-ups.
Transitions
Bushman’s Holiday
Soft Camp, Hard Landscape
Trip Diary: Red in Tooth and Claw
Trip Diary: Beastland
Trip Diary: So This Is the Delta
Trip Diary: Where Are All the Elephants?
The Lookout Cafe is the centerpiece of Wild Horizons’ empire of Victoria Falls tourist attractions. It’s a restaurant, but that’s a little bit like saying that Broadway-caliber dinner theater is a restaurant. At the Lookout Cafe, lunch is respectable, but it’s really all about the view.
Trip Diary: Paying Calls
Trip Diary: Tenderness in Warthogs
There’s a line in an old Robert Heinlein book, in which the main character muses about the perfections of female humans, and then adds, “No doubt a gentleman warthog feels the same way about a lady warthog. But if so, both of us are very sincere.”
Trip Diary: Crocodiles and Rhinos
When I was very small, my father used to sing silly things to me, as many parents of small children do. One of his favorites was to sing the words “Heffalumps and Woozles,” from out of the Winnie the Pooh books, to the tune of “Politics and Poker,” from the Broadway musical “Fiorello!” I now understand the compulsion. All day today, I’ve been singing “Crocodiles and Rhinos” to myself, using the same tune.
Trip Diary: Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe
Seattle to Johannesburg
It’s 5:30 in the morning, and I’m lying in bed feeling perfectly content as a baboon chatters outside my window.
The birds have a great deal more to say
Last Steps
Omicron
Wheelin’
