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Further travelogues must wait until I find a connection that doesn't completely throttle my attempts to upload 700+ pictures to Flickr. I can completely understand why they'd throttle that down, but still, what is a travelogue without photos? It can wait.

Meanwhile, I've had an incredibly relaxing few days in Vancouver. Yesterday I met up with ( Read more... )

It is, almost certainly, an unwise idea to drink substantially the night before you have an early and lengthy flight. There was one fairly epic instance where I embraced the idiocy of that idea with a little too much gusto, and ended up airsick while I crossed the Atlantic ocean, with all the indignity and misery you'd imagine. I am happy to say I ( Read more... )

Liz and I have escaped from Calgary, the Stampede, and its 2.8 million rodeo-goers with all of our limbs, most of our dignity, and very little of our bank accounts intact. Mountain ranges were crossed, Mounties were accosted, broncs were busted, and a disconcerting number of middle-aged men will never forget us. Ahem.

Stay tuned.


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The scenic route through the Redwood National Park is actually marked on the park maps. Right there in the middle, about three inches long, "Scenic Route." How convenient.


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The coastal road during the day is supposedly very slow going, full of travelers who are all about the views. And the views are allegedly amazing, because the road really does hug the coast very tightly ( Read more... )

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