Category Archives: Travel

Mermaids

Great friends hold you to your values and dreams. They do not let you give up.

Southern California

Meg and I have been friends since high school, when others on swim team mistook us for sisters. Close enough. Her parents lovingly refer to me as their other daughter. Her children refer to me as “Auntie Telly” and her husband goes out of his way to share music, and be patient with my fairly frequent appearances.

Meg is many things, but most of all — she is my consumate cheerleader. This week, she helped arrange a quick get-away for a few hours of beach bliss. A long, windy drive past fields of strawberries, groves of lemons, and pastures of horses to find baskets of fish and chips, sea lions, pelicans, pebbles worn smooth by the endless tide, sandy toes, moss, palm trees swaying in a thick foggy breeze, and my sails refilled.

Southern California

Southern California

Southern California

Southern California

Southern California

Southern California

There are few places I feel as at peace as I do on the beach. Or in the homes of such good friends.

~K

 

Big Manzana

NYC

I’m on the road this week for work and had a chance to wander NYC for the first time this weekend. I am staying in New Jersey, and took the train into the city. This gave ample time to consider my surroundings and debate what stereotypes would ring true.

NYC

Where New Jersey is metal and rock; New York is glass and chrome. New Jersey seems like the place where the ugly, critically necessary work gets done. It’s the workhorse. The dishwasher up to his arms in muck in the kitchen of a 5 start restaurant. The man at the carwash with the toothbrush scrubbing the grill of a fancy sedan. The squeaky crane pulling load after load of broken cement during the birth of a sky scraper.

NYC

NYC is the over indulged trust fund baby throwing the party. Never mind he still invited a few friends who drink too much (don’t breathe too deeply, be careful where you step) and the RSVP list got out of control (elbows in.) The good news is the host has friends of every country and religion. He has excellent taste in public transport, food and art. And he employs some of the nicest people imaginable.

By the end of the day, I felt like writing a thank you card for the invitation.

NYC

That hype about New Yorkers being rude is just that. I had plenty of eye contact and manners, even from those on the street. The kindest group of all? Police officers. They were out in force for a parade. I watched as they directed handful after handful of tourist, with patience and a smile.

NYC

I can’t wait to come back, with more time and money, although I’d guess there is never enough of either in this great city.

More photos here.

-K

 

 

The Future’s So Bright, I’m Wearing Shades

Doggles

Tall Girl is traveling this week. Some place called “The Bay” that she is “so in love with.” Blah blah blah. How can she be so in love with a place that is so far away? I mean, have you seen me?

I hate that damn luggage. Every time it comes out of the closet, she starts being extra sweet to me. There are no amount of t-bone shaped dog treats that will make me feel better about being abandoned. Again.

ABANDONED!!!

I know. I’m a little ridiculous. But have you met Tall Girl? Monkey see, and all.

For example, I growl a tiny bit when she puts these silly doggles on me. But really? They feel awesome when I’m sticking my head out of the car window. No more bugs in my lashes! No more antibiotic drops! No more goop! No more wrestling away from her every single morning when she has to clean my face.

Phew.

Anyway, while she’s away… I do believe there is some trash for me to explore, a few thousand cars driving by on MY street to which I must announce my presence, and perhaps even a nap or four to take.

Smell you later chickens,

WNM

 

Sacred Rim

We did this hike in the Wind River Mountains three years ago. This time, with Nelson and a few more family members:

Sacred Rim

Yeah. The view was so vast, I’ll never be able to capture it. I recently got to see a collection of Edward Weston’s photography at a local museum and if you think you’re a good photographer, his work humbles. Unbelievable.

Sacred Rim

Seriously — could this family be cuter? No. They could not.

Sacred Rim

Nelson pretended like he was a 100 pound-plus dog too. He failed.

Sacred Rim

Heat coming off the wet forest floor.

Sacred Rim

 

Sacred Rim

Sacred Rim

This photo makes me giggle. It reminds me of the this song. And maybe this one too. 

Oh, Wyoming. I miss you.

~K

Life on the Ranch

I’m lucky to have family friends in Wyoming who welcome me whenever I need a get-away. This is the third summer I’ve been able visit. They generously open their home, fridge and — wait for it — hearts. One campfire after another, we sat around singing songs, comparing favorite summer memories and making each other laugh so hard our sides hurt.

Life on the Ranch

When they introduce me in town, I’m their other daughter — the one from Colorado.

Life on the Ranch

Fly fishing, horseback riding, s’mores around the campfire, board games, reading on the porch, hikes with the dogs, roaming town, shopping and a lounging in stretchy pants. This is the way to have a western vacation at its very best.

IMG_309Life on the Ranch3

Life on the Ranch

Life on the Ranch

Life on the Ranch

Life on the Ranch

I am a lucky woman, and apparently a cowgirl at heart. An all loving, feminist hypocritical cowgirl who wouldn’t hurt animals. Even though they are tasty.

~K

*This will come into play in a future post titled: How I embarrassed myself at a rodeo by bringing up feminism and animal rights.

 

Rendezvous

Rendevous Rodeo

I went to Wyoming last week for an annual party hosted the second weekend of July — Rendezvous. There is an official description of what this rodeo/parade/pageant means here. The entire week of festivities are endearing and remind you of the length some will go to preserve tradition.

Rendevous Rodeo

The pageant involves the local kids making their own clothing for the event — which takes months. They bead the belts, tan the leather, etc. The result is an amusing parade of young folks wearing outfits that often include pieces handed down by their folks.

Rendezvous

This guy was like, “These pants? 50 years old, man.” Right on, dude. 

The churches get on board by competing with fundraisers. The same time the Presbyterians on one side of town were hosting their pancake breakfast, the Episcopalians were hosting their annual pie sale.

Pie Sale!

Pie Sale!

Pie Sale!

I simply adore this small-town Americana stuff. The church ladies. The old men waiting outside to buy their favorite pies. Even the books of the Bible set up in the Sunday school room where the sale took place — simply charming.

I walked around for five days photographing everything and anything that seemed interesting, with a grin plastered across my face.

Many, many photos of our hijinx to come.

~K

Couldn’t Drag Me Away

Wyoming was exactly what I needed: time away with friends, to sleep, read, roam, etc. The trip started with a visit to the Wild Horse Sanctuary in Rock Springs.

Wild Horse Sanctuary

Wild Horse Sanctuary

Wild Horse Sanctuary

Wild Horse Sanctuary

Wild Horse Sanctuary

Wild Horse Sanctuary

My.

God.

I know they call this “Big Sky Country.” There simply aren’t words eloquent enough to describe the magnificence of this landscape. The horizon goes forever. The rolling hills in shades of semi-precious stones: opal, topaz, and amber. And then night falls. The campfire burns bright keeping the smokey drifts of hungry mosquitoes temporarily at bay. The sky comes to life. Like someone threw handfuls of diamonds on a piece of thick black velvet.

It is just too good to be true.

~k