The next day’s drive brought us to Tallulah Gorge State Park in north Georgia. The drive there was only a few hours long, but it was very intense. We avoided Atlanta like the plague, but the traffic extends so far beyond it, we still found ourselves driving through 14- lane wastelands with cars almost merging…
Category: Travel Journal
Travel Journal 1: High Falls State Park
Well, this is it! The girls and i are off on a wild state park camping trip up to Virginia for two weeks! The trip began with a heart-stopping incident where the car refused to start, or even turn over. It had just been in for an oil change and check the day before, and…
Travel Journal 4: Bugs and Gravestones
My friend Danica unfortunately had to leave yesterday morning due to a severe migraine, but i stayed on for the last two days alone. Such a strange sensation, being alone! I’m not used to it. It’s strange having experiences and no one to share them with. It WAS very peaceful and i got a lot…
Travel Journal : Pueblos and Petroglyphs
We spent a day hiking around at Bandelier National Monument. Several of the paths were closed for maintenance, but we were able to take a short trail. The landscape, of course, is beautiful, with many sculptured cliffs, twisty trees, and wildflowers. I see this little yellow flower everywhere, so I guess it is the New…
Travel Journal 1: Santa Fe, NM 2020
I flew into Santa Fe Regional Airport Saturday evening to meet a friend i haven’t seen in years since she moved away. The Air BnB we are staying in is beautiful and private, and the adobe walls give the place a wonderful, snug feeling. It was a bit of a fiasco at first, because the…
Welcome Home Soup
It was a difficult journey home, and Florida greeted us with old friends – mosquitoes, fire ants, a thunderstorm, and a hurricane. We had had trouble with a misunderstanding at the airport. I thought Ethan had checked the Teenager’s bag beforehand, and we didn’t have enough money to check it when we got there and…
TRAVEL JOURNAL 22: OLD FRIENDS
The last installment of this crazy adventure was spent in Crest, a tiny medieval town with a lot of bohemian inhabitants in the Drome, very close to the homestead we stayed at in Ardèche. There is nothing in particular about the town that I stopped in for, except that a very old and dear friend…
TRAVEL JOURNAL 20: REFUGIO ELISABETTA, WHERE CAMPING IS FORBIDDEN
My guide book, which at this point had become a joke, says that after “what will have been two fairly taxing days,” this part of the hike was supposed to be relaxing. When we first started the path looked very flat and straight, and a beautiful snowy peak was directly in front of us. We…
TRAVEL JOURNAL 19: THE WWI BUNKER
As soon as the tourist office was open the next day, I was in front of the desk asking about buses, anywhere, we didn’t really care as long as it was away from this place, which a quote from 1864 in my guide book called “a wretched little hamlet”. The only bus, which was really…
TRAVEL JOURNAL 18: THE HARD TWO DAYS
After we left Le Pontet, it was a long, long way all uphill. The Teenager was briefly impressed when we passed a big pile of stones to mark where someone had keeled over and died. It was grueling, and the path was packed. It seemed like everyone and their sporty girlfriend were hiking there that…
TRAVEL JOURNAL 17: LES CONTAMINES
I woke up at 5:50 and started quickly packing as per orders of the grouchy woman at the Refuge du Fioux. We were all exhausted, so I offered to trade packs with the Teenager, who being young and strong, plus spending the whole vacation complaining that he’s losing his chest and abs, was carrying the…
TRAVEL JOURNAL 16: THE START OF THE TOUR
So I MIGHT have been temporarily insane when I planned this part of the trip, and it had been causing me anxiety attacks the whole time when I woke up late at night. For this part we met my dad and Rose at a hostel in Chamonix to hike the Tour du Mont Blanc over…
Toadstools And Fairy Rings 