Every year, I get stuck on this rock.
Every year, at Christmas, I drive to Colorado. Continue reading “The Rock – A Photo From The Archives” »
The Rock – A Photo From The Archives
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Dispatch: For My Next Trip I’m Going Back In Time
This week I’m going to drag the War Pony from the garage and hit the road. Continue reading “Dispatch: For My Next Trip I’m Going Back In Time” »
Visiting a New Country Without Even Leaving Home
It started with the cab driver complaining about how hard and impossible it would be to take me to AT&T Park. “Oh, my friend,” the Indian cab driver complained, just like the ones in India do, “there is simply no way for me to be getting you there. It is like parking lot.” He acted as if I’d jumped into his car and announced I was going to perform a root canal on him. Continue reading “Visiting a New Country Without Even Leaving Home” »
Morocco – Animals of the Fes Medina
The rarely seen, but supremely talented, motorcycle dog
Morocco is an amazing country. I’m quite convinced I could live there. There’s so many sights and sounds and so much architecture and hubbub that there’s no way to do it justice in only a few photos. Which is why I took thousands of them. I spent so much time with the camera stuck to my face that almost every picture taken of me is one of me taking a picture. And I’m not even a photographer! (Not yet anyway. I’m working on it.)
All The Pretty Sail Boats
Mayhem on the Bay
The great thing about living in San Francisco is sometimes the world comes to you. Continue reading “All The Pretty Sail Boats” »
Having Fun Yet?
I’ve traveled to many of the worlds most famous places. And each and every time I’m disappointed. The Great Pyramids of Giza were notable mostly for how hard I had to work to not ride a camel. (That, and holy crap! It’s the Pyramids!) Continue reading “Having Fun Yet?” »
My Travel Essentials
This is the first of what will be a regular feature, in which I interview travelers and adventurers and explorers and nomads, about what they consider essential when they travel. Continue reading “My Travel Essentials” »
My Travel Hat – Desert Edition
The fedora is a great hat. And if I was a globetrotting archaeologist in the 1930’s I would have worn one. In fact I have. Unfortunately it didn’t last long. I left it in my car and it basically melted. Or the shape of it did. When I got back to the car it was no longer shaped like any kind of hat at all. It looked like something a poor moonshiner would wear. As an adventurer I can’t recommend it.
I can, however, recommend this hat from REI. It floats, you can mush it up into a ball, the brim can be manipulated into various funny shapes, depending upon what kind of statement you want to make, and it’s got spf 50 in it. Oh yeah, and a chin strap, so it won’t go flying off when you’re plunging over rapids or galloping on a horse.
What’s more, if you buy it at REI, and sign up for a membership, you will never forget where you bought it, because they will send you daily emails for the rest of your life!
Have I Talked About My Travel Pants Today?
I don’t think so. I really like my travel pants. Seriously. So much so that I wear them even when I’m not traveling. That’s what makes them so good: they’re travel pants that can hang out with other peoples’ regular pants without creating a stir. There are pockets all over the place, but not the big bulky cargo pants pockets that would get you kicked out of a fancy restaurant in France. You reach into a front pocket, say, and there, inside that pocket, is another pocket!
They’re strong. If you’re walking through the airport, or as I like to do, running desperately through the airport, with tears of panic burning your cheeks, they won’t split and show the whole concourse your taste in undergarments. They are reinforced at the knees too–in case you have to crawl into a cave or something.
They have these little loops on them, which are great for, say, I’m thinking nothing actually. What I do is I attach the dog’s leash to one of them, so I can walk “hands-free”.
The Welsh Give You The Benefit of the Doubt
I like this sign. Continue reading “The Welsh Give You The Benefit of the Doubt” »