When I woke up this morning, I promised myself I wouldn’t take anymore pictures today. After thumbing through more than 200 I already took this week of Zion National Park and Kodachrome Basin, I knew there was no point in taking more pictures of eroded rocks. No matter how pretty they were.
Archive for August, 2006
Twelve hundred times faster than the average walk, the speed of air travel is so removed from human scale that it shocks the senses. Upon arrival, time doesn’t make sense, accents don’t make sense, even the quality of the air can be shocking.
Canada, oh Canada… I think it goes something like that. Funny thing is, I bet most of you don’t know how either. That pretty much sums up Canada for me.
At 49 feet, our truck-trailer combination puts us in an awkward, teenager-like position on North American roads. We’re as not quite as big as a semi and more than twice the size of a largest passenger car. And then there’s the baggage that comes with R.V.s to contend with.