What Am I Doing Here? "Walking is a virtue, tourism is a deadly sin.” ― Bruce Chatwin, What Am I Doing Here? It's not the worst of things to ask oneself, "What am I doing here?", or perhaps better yet "How the hell did I get...
Why? Force 7 Winds On An Atlantic Crossing If you would know the age of the earth, look upon the sea in a storm. The grayness of the whole immense surface, the wind furrows upon the faces of the waves,...
At What Price Pride The question is often asked "who we are?" or "what do we do?". Quite a bit of confusion abounds over how to get hold of one of our shirts, coats, or other splendid things we find along the...
Greeneland As the moon lay heavy on the thick, lapping banks of the Ben Hai, I walked slowly yet purposefully. The day had brought great promise for the journey that lay ahead, but I thought it prudent to cross...
The long goodbye The wooden ferry lurches forward and a plume of smoke settles over lower town dock. As we pull away we are waving at my mother. The children with their new splashes of freckles and sand flecked hair wave...
Imperial Black, Lieutenant Twiss & a Darjeeling Hill Station Shimla Matheran Darjeeling smoke and dawn in the foothills of the Himalaya Darjeeling & Kanchenjunga a temple of monkeys A British past Hill stations and the lives...
Continental Drift The pilot seems a good sort. Every now and then I am awakened from my West bound slumber as the intercom sings nasally and he points out various geographic features sliding by below the wing. We are taking...
Dr No & Round Hill An early swim out to the small, horse shoe reef has been the only thing pressing each day.. I swim out, feeling the water move from chill to warm then chill again as I approach the drop off. Two...
Armchair Mountaineers- Planning to Plan inspiration in oxidation. One of E.H's Plans begin to unfold something north that involves...
Wishing every month of the year could be June The ferry leaves the dock with a slow, groaning inertia. Engines idle hungrily under the diesel thump as air conditioners and fans are pushed to high. Cars packed like those in a cannery settle in for...