I”ve added adding a page to this blog, “Come Rejoicing!”–if I can get the title on the menu!– where I can comment on not just my own journey, but the journeys of those who inspire me. Here I can share notes on Scripture and history that mean something to me, and here I hope to emphasize the joy of these meanderings, the unexpected blessings, on the path I follow. BUT: Reading, quoting, and commenting on travel books and biographies will…
How can we go into wilderness when we’ve never before sat in a canoe? Canoeing on the Missouri River? With him over 70 years and me unable to get up from ground level without help? Yes—with Wilderness Inquiry. I once rowed a small skiff in a calm, protected bay off the Massachusetts coast. Skus and his brothers had, using a purchased kit, built a motorboat to use on Lake Chelan in Washington. I could learn how to use a paddle,…
Paulina Lake Resort–the Night We didn’t get back till about six thirty in the evening. We were tired. God, that restaurant seemed like a good idea! So, after washing up, we stepped into the coziest eating-place I have ever been in. At the first beginning of dusk, the temperature started to drop from the mid-seventies of the daytime temperature. Washing up had been done at an outside washroom. The restaurant consisted of seven tables and a small Sunday night crowd…
The Time and the Hikers Ruth was my mother. She was 53 when my father died. She had never worked for pay, and did not have to because my father had planned well for her future, but, as distraction for her loss, she worked as a teacher’s aide for several years. She took workshops and classes in various art media, expanding her long-time painting hobby from oils to watercolors, learning printing techniques, sculpturing with clay, crafting candles in seashore sand…
There comes a time for all when the road diverges.
One week we knew we’d stay here until our ashes were distributed in the rose garden of our church. The next week we were looking at houses on line, with our daughter and family 1000 miles north
After a month or more of invisibility, I’m back– While ignoring posting, Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest, I’ve been: Enjoying our granddaughter’s Seahawks theme wedding. Traveling 2000 miles in too little time–and, for a BIG change, driving only 100 of that, thanks to a daughter who takes I-5 in stride. Helping a daughter and family look for a house. I can’t drive through a town without seeing a house I’d like to buy and restore to its former glory. “Look to…
Captain James Eads–self-educated engineer–designed the Mississippi River Bridge at St. Louis, which is still in use, and the Great Ship Railway which was never built.
Facts of volcano life–they do reproduce!
Tahir Shah explores Casablanca and the hinterlands of Morocco, seeking not only stories and storytellers, but a special salt for use at a friend’s wedding. The salt of the book is the variety of stories and storytellers, all of them vignettes within the story of Moroccan culture told by a master storyteller.
