Category: Environment

Graduating from Gravity High at Mesa Verde’s Balcony House

May 5th, 2018

Part Two: In which our intrepid voyager eats lunch then decides to tempt fate again.

On the main level at Balcony House, the ranger points out fascinating facts while I cling to the back wall.

You’d think I would’ve gotten the memo.

Hiking a perilous trail (well, perilous to me) and surviving the journey, would alert some people to the fact that maybe sheer cliff walls and tight rock tunnel passageways might be better left to other, more intrepid national park visitors. Especially since I’ve just miraculously reached the end of that trail before lunchtime. Read More…

Ashes to Water

August 17th, 2017

Returning my aunt and uncle to their favorite spot

My cousins talk about their mother and father before casting their ashes into the bay.

On a mirror-calm bay, on a see-forever day, we scattered my aunt and uncle’s ashes. They died within months of each other over the past year and we took them back to northern Canada, to the cottage they built so long ago.

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Notes From Down Under: Hot Water Beach

March 5th, 2017

What lurks beneath a sandy New Zealand beach

Taylor, Marci and I hang out in a rainy jacuzzi we dug ourselves on Hot Water Beach, New Zealand.

Taylor, Marci and I hang out in a rainy jacuzzi we dug ourselves on Hot Water Beach, New Zealand.

The rain steadily pours down outside our cute, cozy, cottage and life is calm, peaceful and smooth. So it seems insane that we’re about to go outside into the downpour, dig a hole and crawl into it. Read More…

Notes From Down Under: Kerosene Creek

March 5th, 2017

It looks like any other cool-running brook, but …

Taylor sits atop a small waterfall on Kerosene Creek outside of Rotorua, New Zealand.

Taylor sits atop a small waterfall on Kerosene Creek outside of Rotorua, New Zealand.

A babbling brook on a hot summer’s day turns out to be a 100 degree geothermal creek. Mud bubbles up into pools with the smell of either bean and bacon soup or, more succinctly, farts — as the ladies say. These cracks in our perception of the way the earth should be are magical and meaningful. Welcome to Rotorua. Read More…