A Traveller’s Eye, A Thinker’s Heart
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And I like to share them. Enjoy.
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California Odyssey
In December of 1979, the road once again called me. It was a time to head west, a time for vagabonding, a time to visit my birthplace and meet with my grandfather and father after 11 years of absence. My travels would take me to the Pacific coast, to Southern California, to the San Jacinto
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AT THE RAILS IN GUAPILES
I was 21 and found myself pressed against the rough timber rails of a makeshift arena in Guápiles, the Caribbean heat clinging to everything. It was August 1981, and I’d wandered into a Tico-style bullfight with no real understanding of what I was about to see—only that the crowd was electric, loud, and unmistakably local.
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BIG BEAVER TRAIL
Hiked in August 1980 while I was working as a park ranger at the North Cascades National Park. Noted for its old-growth forest.
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DOWN UPON THE SUWANNEE RIVER
Spring Break. April 1980 Spring break is a time to head south and party on some Florida beach. After weathering a Wisconsin winter, I had Spring fever, no doubt about it. But I wasn’t keen about the beach party scene. So some mates and I decided to go canoeing in Georgia’s Okefenokee Swamp. My hometown
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BAJA’S RED CARPET
Just say the word. Baja. Think of towering cordon cacti, grotesque elephant trees and winding boojum trees. Baja. Imagine long-tailed man of war birds, sailing pelicans and plummeting brown footed boobies. Baja. Dream about a remote wilderness peninsula 1280 kilometers long where the footprints of man are as scarce as rainfall. Baja. The very name
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ALONE ON THE ICE AGE TRAIL
I took a walk through time recently. Matter of fact, I walked thru a period of the Earth’s history that occurred 10,000 to one million years ago. And I witnessed the remnants of a tremendous battle that occurred against a frozen invader. I walked a portion of the Ice Age Trail. I arrived at the
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RED BEANS AND RICE
Buster Holmes’ Bar and Restaurant. One of the ten best underground restaurants in New Orleans. Red Beans and Rice – $1.00. I read the poster tacked on the telephone pole until my stare went blank. The picture of a fat, smiling man wearing thick plastic glasses and a white apron remained in my mind. I
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THE HITCH TO NEW ORLEANS
In March of 1979, I set out from home in Stevens Point, Wisconsin to catch some warmer weather during Spring Break. I didn’t have a plan but thought I’d try New Orleans. Below is an unedited copy of my journal notes. I brought my camera but rarely pulled it out during the hitch. 22 March
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THAIPUSAM: A HINDU EXPERIENCE WITH PENITENCE
I stood among the faithful, the air thick with incense and devotion, witnessing a ritual that blurred the line between pain and transcendence. Each step was a surrender, each chant a prayer etched in flesh and spirit. I left not as an observer, but as someone quietly changed.
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