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I loved the way he posed right by the “Watch for Wildlife” sign. There must have been three dozen of them, just strolling along, licking the salt off the road. Apparently, Estes Park is good about road maintenance at the start of a light snow. We had a lovely drive up on Sunday, with the trees tipped by frost. More about our adventures at the Stanley Hotel later. We both like the energy in Estes Park and are considering it as a move option for our mountain house. But boy, does it get windy up there, and neither of us like the wind. I keep wondering how to make peace with the wind, but so far I have found no spiritual or energetic connection to it. Any ideas would of course be much appreciated.
Outside of Estes Park, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” — Edith Sitwell
Nina and Kelsea decorating our lovely little tree
My unusual Christmas decorations
Shedding tears for Christmases without my parents
A lovely work holiday luncheon
You’re probably expecting that, since I’m in Colorado, you’ll be seeing snowy Christmasy pictures. Not yet. It was balmy here today, but not as balmy as it was on Little Cayman. Tomorrow, we are expecting snow here, and are heading up to the mountains for an overnight treat! In the meantime, you will have to console yourselves with the view we had for our week at Sunset Cove. The only thing to worry about there was falling coconuts and running out of the best rum ever.
Sunset Cove, Little Cayman
Quote of the day: “When you’re young, you always feel that life hasn’t yet begun—that “life” is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you’re old and the scheduled life didn’t arrive. You find yourself asking, ‘Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had before?” — Douglas Coupland
Getting my tree today
Seeing my old friend the chiropractor
That one of my favorite bad movies is on
That I can fit into the dress I was planning on wearing tomorrow night
There is no update on the kibble conundrum. No kibble in the bed again last night. Although the peanut butter jar was out with the lid unscrewed and I can’t remember if I did that in a conscious drug-induced state last week or an unconscious sleeping pill state last night.
Winston was one of the three iguanas at Sunset Cove in Little Cayman that we had the pleasure of meeting. He was the friendliest of the lot, and loved it when I petted him. We spent some quality time together. And he’s obviously photogenic. They take their iguanas seriously on Little Cayman. The single road, which crosses the airstrip, is dotted with “Yield to Iguana” signs.
Quote of the Day:“When it comes to looking after all the species that are already endangered, there’s such a lot to do that sometimes it might all seem to be too much, especially when there are so many other important things to worry about. But if we stop trying, the chances are that pretty soon we’ll end up with a world where there are no tigers or elephants, or sawfishes or whooping cranes, or albatrosses or ground iguanas. And I think that would be a shame, don’t you?” — Martin Jenkins
The movie “White Christmas”
Bundled up babies
Feeling less pain
The kibble conundrum has yet to be solved, though the spirits, or me, did not break into my lanyard cat treat corral today, and when I returned home from work the bed was both debris and kibble free. We’ll see how it goes tonight.
My colleagues and I were speculating today on cat treats. Apparently, the different flavors of cat treats are barely discernible to cats. We think perhaps they flavor them to give us humans the illusion that we are offering our kitties variety. However, why do they not make cat treats in the flavors of the foods that cats in their natural habitats actually eat? Like mouse-flavored treats (which would help take care of my mouse issues), or baby-bird flavored kibble? These are the things that cats eat in the wild. I mean, when was the last time you saw a cat take down a cow? Or a tuna? Is it just the lack of appeal to the human purchaser that holds manufacturers back from what cats consider true treats?
Just kibble for thought.
I know I’ve been gone a while, and I’m sorry. My darling daughter had her 18th birthday on Monday. We held Thanksgiving at the Bungalow four days after we returned from our trip. So it’s been a little crazy. But the Bungalow is as clean as it has ever been (at least in several rooms). I was an Amazon in disposing of a fierce, terrifying mouse, with much assistance from MKL (I have a ridiculous fear of mice, no matter how cute or small). Mr. Man has been super snuggly since I got back. And we missed the -16 weather in Colorado during our days on Little Cayman (and one day on Grand Cayman).
I’m glad we went. We found the people to be the nicest we’ve met in all my trips to the Caribbean – lots of ex-pats and British folk – but neither Grand nor Little Cayman was “our” island. The beaches on Anegada and Great Exuma trump any we saw on either island. If we hadn’t gone, I would have always wondered, and it probably would have been a different experience were we divers, as I hear the diving is amazing. It was still wonderful to have a week to read, relax, pet iguanas, drink rum, and watch sunsets and just be together.
Seven Mile Beach, Grand Cayman.
Quote of the day: “Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” — William Goldman
Lunch with MKL
It is a night for positive prayers and intentions:
That people and animals less fortunate than I will find a warm and caring place to survive the projected cold and our current -7 degree night
That my sweet friend at work’s family finds strength and peace in their time of approaching loss
The MKL and I can successfully accomplish our tropical sabbatical to fend off winter for just one week longer
That this cold snap is gone before we return
That Mr. Man is well looked after by his caretakers in my absence (it’s his birthday on Friday)
That I can accomplish the long list of to-dos before departure time
That my physical not-rightness improves and is healed by rest and rum
I have always found my prayers more powerful when I turn my eyes to the sky and speak to the Great Spirit as a friend. This church in the Bahamas inspired me to do that. It was lovely inside and out, and a visiting orb accompanied me during my solitary explorations there.
Georgetown, Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “Prayer is a relationship; half the job is mine. If I want transformation, but can’t even be bothered to articulate what, exactly, I’m aiming for, how will it ever occur? Half the benefit of prayer is in the asking itself, in the offering of a clearly posed and well-considered intention. If you don’t have this, all your pleas and desires are boneless, floppy, inert; they swirl at your feet in a cold fog and never lift.” — Elizabeth Gilbert
Straight roads and green lights
Loving my daughter
Feeling blessed by my relationship with my parents (and missing them daily)
A warm nightgown and bedsocks
The kindness of strangers, experienced twice today
Not a bar fly, but a bar cat. I can’t remember this little fellow’s name, but he was certainly friendly and adventuresome. And a poser. Still battling something being wrong with me, and hoping that our sabbatical on Little Cayman will be the cure.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “I know of a cure for everything: salt water…in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.” — Isak Dineson
Cozy covers on cold nights (but missing MKL)
Good talks with good friends
I am pleased to be contributing a letter to a book! One of my favorite bloggers, miss c at http://thekitchensgarden.com/ is starting her second book, a collection of letters that we would want our children to read after we are gone – or something along those lines. Miss c is an amazing woman who works hard to operate a small self-sustaining farm in the wilds of Illinois, along with being an author, a fabulous photographer, and an all-around lovely human being. I’m excited about this opportunity, and have been giving it a lot of thought. I wrote a letter to my daughter recently following the suicide of her friend, which I think might be appropriate, although it’s something I would share with her before I move onto the next place. So, should it be something about her grandparents? A favorite memory? Something about what I have learned about love, or about being a mother in the course of my life? I’m just not sure. Any ideas from you, my dear readers, would be welcome.
If I could have possibly climbed to this spot in Arches without falling to my certain death, I would have. It looks like a perfect spot for contemplation. And excellent balance.
Arches National Monument, Moab, Utah.
Quote of the day:“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” — Rachel Carson
A drive with MKL on a beautiful day
Thoughts of the future
It hasn’t been that long since we were in Moab, but it feels like it. Fall is coming and going with startling rapidity in Colorado. Work at the jobs has been so busy that MKL and I haven’t had a chance to go into the mountains since the trees started turning, but we both feel the change of seasons in our hands, and I feel it in my old breaks in my feet – like that old Far Side cartoon, my body now predicts the weather. I have had thought after thought about blog topics, but no time to put them on “paper”. So I console myself (and you) with reminiscences of days past, when it was warm and I was on the road.
Quote of the day: “The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” — Leo Tolstoy
Babies snoozing in strollers
Weather cool enough for morning snuggles
Finally getting my iPod to sync up to my computer
Seeing behind the scenes from the LightRail train
I know I will be wishing this more and more as the cold comes and my hands start to hurt. I guess I’m getting a jump on winter by starting to wish now.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the Day: “Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.” — Margaret Atwood
Little old men in dapper bow ties
Dogs that look just like Tug
The first breath of fall
As you can probably tell from my lack of posts, I’ve been working what feels like 24/7, but I wanted to let you know I’m still here. And if I weren’t under a brain cloud, I would be able to remember the name of this arch. What I can tell you is that it’s 1500 feet from the top of the arch to the bottom of the canyon, and there were people posing on top of the arch. I think they were crazier than I feel right now. Hugs to all.
Canyonlands National Park, Utah.
Quote of the day: “We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something.” — Mother Teresa
Toddlers in footed pajamas
Sparkling coconut water
The end of a project being in sight