tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59641442011-04-21T16:53:22.009-06:00A depot for observations, insights, and musings about life on EarthCSnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964144.post-1140122604391012132006-02-16T13:33:00.000-07:002006-02-16T14:12:10.996-07:00

Thinking back over my life, I remember different places by color. My dreams of Davis, where I spent my 20's, are always green - lush carpets of grass and broad tree canopies to block out the hot summer sun. Santa Cruz - I'll remember in shades of blue and grey, for the ever changing ocean and sky. On a clear day, dark and light blue meet in an unbroken line on the horizon. On most other days, the

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More tidbits from last summer's travel journal...The Manu river is a tributary of the Amazon, emerging from the Peruvian Andes in southeastern Peru, and passing through a well-protected national park. It took us two days in a 4wd bus crossing the Andes, then another two days travelling by river to reach the park.This is the Amazon basin. A carpet of green 60 feet high tumbles over the edge of a

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In May 2005 my husband and I trekked 30 miles through the Andean highlands. The day we crossed the Continental Divide, at Punta Union, was the highlight of our trip…La Cordillera Blanca, a cirque of towering white spires, glows pink in the early sunlight and we linger a moment before departing our campsite. The locals believe each peak is home to a spirit. I imagine these native deities, or ‘Apus

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This banner hung outside of our room at the Rupa Wasi Lodge in Machu Picchu Pueblo in May 2005. It says:"In the end what matters most isHow well did you liveHow well did you loveHow well did you let go."I often wonder what it is deep down that gives me such a strong urge to travel. I'm often not content with a weekend drive in the mountains. I feel compelled to visit far-away places. I want to

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