Monday, January 11, 2021

Costa Rica: 2021



Day 1

I had to take a selfie on the plane, to remember our N95 masks (and my homemade covers) for a time capsule. I used the prisma app to make it more arty. 


Day 2

We've arrived at our home-away-from-home: Dominical! 


Day 3

A Fiery-billed Aracari in our backyard.


Day 4


Day 5


Day 6

My Centermost read.


Day 7

 A Crested Guan


Day 8

Around 3 bucks.


Day 9

We made it. 

We arrived a day late due to snow in Chicago. Needless to say, flying is stressful. It always was, but now, even more so. We're wearing our masks in Costa Rica just like at home. Except, it's a-heck-of-a-lot-hotter with them on. But, there's plenty of open space to run mask-free. The beaches in Dominical are never crowded. Sometimes, there's not another soul for miles of virgin sand. We need a four wheel drive just to get to our jungle cabana. So, it's not crowded up here either. It is crowded in some ways: flocks of late morning swallows traversing the sky, peeping; packs of high flying parrots squawking overhead, landing somewhere in a tasty tree; busy chestnut mandibled toucans, fiery-billed aracaris and oropendolas bouncing around branch and bush; hummingbirds and rainbow colored tanagers of every stripe, plying the flowers below; vultures, bugs and bats watching and waiting. 

It's the Garden of Eden.




 

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Monday, January 4, 2021

The Broken Arrow Trail


 “Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey.” – Babs Hoffman
















Do you remember this photo from last week? It marks the end of a glorious trail. Not too steep. Not too hard. Just right. You'll see red rocks sculpted by heavenly hands, geckos and gnarly tree bones, cactus and thorns, vistas in techno color. The pink jeep tours are all over it. But why sit? When you can get red dirt on your sneakers. We hiked it last summer, in Sedona, Arizona. 


Wow! What a trail! 

Still, round the corner, there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.” – J. R. R. Tolkien



 

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Monday, December 28, 2020

A Year in Review


Every journey is simultaneously a beginning and an ending: I was leaving my old life behind and starting on a road trip to find a new me.” – Debi Tolbert Duggar


What a year! Uff da, Lutefisk, 2020. (my go-to phrase. I’m  part Norwegian, after all) Or, there's the abbreviated phrase the Waffle House used to promote their cheesy eggs: Nuff said. 

 I remember being happy and hopeful about 2020. I'd survived cancer at the tail-end of 2019, and was enthusiastic about being alive. I always think about Margaret Mitchell, who was hit by a car and died after Gone with the Wind was published. The takeaway: I want to live now in case I get hit by a bus tomorrow. Sure, I canceled a few minor travel adventures. The big kahuna, Belize, happened pre-covid-style fear and loathing. (although, covid was probably already lurking here somewhere) The rest, I masked up for. My M.O. has always been outdoors, so I felt relatively safe amongst trees and grass. Basically, I stuck to take out and picnics. I wore double masks around people. Ew, people. 

Now, there's a new Coronaviris strain from the U.K. to worry about, that's 70% more contagious. So, in 2021, my husband and I will be wearing our new N95's. Sigh. So stylish and sexy. 

On the last and final week of 2020, I took a quick, photographic road trip down memory lane. I hope you enjoyed my souvenirs this year. I'm glad I have someone to share them with! You can always virtually travel here, safe and snug behind your computer. 

Happy New Year!
Safe travels!
Thank you front line workers!

P.S. Click here to read my furious fiction entry for December titled: The Feather.

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Monday, December 21, 2020

Gaia: Earth Goddess


Our home base was a cute cabana in San Ignacio, but our destination was Gaia River lodge in the pine forest of Belize. A road trip within a trip! We'd stayed at Gaia a few year's back, and were charmed by the waterfalls, wild forest and handcrafted accommodations. Gaia River Lodge is a memorable place to stay while visiting the remote Mayan ruins of Caracol. But this time, Gaia was our destination. Follow my lens...

Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson




First, we had lunch and coconut water with coffee beans. 



Brown basilisk




The lift. It worked! 

It was broken on our previous two visits to Gaia. The first time we arrived, we were visiting Five Sister's Lodge. (the resort's previous incantation) The second was our overnight stay at the new digs: Glammed-up Gaia. So, 2020 marked our very first lift. It was fun.





Gaia River Lodge is glamorous enough for a jungle-loving goddess. Or, a middle-aged, travel-loving, earth walking, writer/illustrator. 


Images from my Caracol post, way back in 2013. (That's a drawing I did in high school, by the way) Click moneyball for an 80's flashback. And some top-notch Mayan ruins.

Merry Christmas!

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” – Jack Kerouac


 

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Monday, December 14, 2020

Red Wing: 2020


The view from Waconia Cliff.

My month of road-tripping continues with Red Wing, Minnesota. Ever since covid pinned us indoors like hens in a chicken coop, outdoor trails have been bonkers. I hated all the foot traffic before coronavirus, often grumbling about rude pedestrians that won't share trails. I even read an article in the paper about over-crowded trails after covid. Apparently, our outdoor habits are being studied. We failed. Why can't people move over? Sigh. The moral of the story is we had the above trail all to ourselves last Fall. There wasn't one other human. Halleluiah! Follow our feet...

“I CAN SPEAK TO MY SOUL ONLY WHEN THE TWO OF US ARE OFF EXPLORING DESERTS OR CITIES OR MOUNTAINS OR ROADS.” – PAULO COELHO









A cedar waxwing.


Red Wing.



An eagle and a whopping-big nest along the the Mississippi. Stay tuned...

 “AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FEET SHOULD BE DIRTY, YOUR HAIR MESSY AND YOUR EYES SPARKLING.” – SHANTI



 

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Monday, December 7, 2020

Duluth, Minnesota: Part 2



“ROAD TRIPS ARE THE EQUIVALENT OF HUMAN WINGS. ASK ME TO GO ON ONE, ANYWHERE. WE’LL STOP IN EVERY SMALL TOWN AND LEARN THE HISTORY AND STORIES, FEEL THE GROUND, AND CAPTURE THE SPIRIT. THEN WE’LL TURN IT INTO OUR OWN STORY THAT WILL LIVE INSIDE OUR HISTORY TO CARRY WITH US, ALWAYS. BECAUSE STORIES ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THINGS.” – VICTORIA ERICKSON



December is an irregular month for road trips. But these road trips are nothing but fumes. The memories live on in photographs: a bird's eye view of Lake Superior, and a sunny and spectacular day up north. Take a deep breath. Follow our feet...





A split rock mystery...




Split Rock Lighthouse.








Enchanting. 

The weekend and the butterflies. Labor Day weekend 2020 was a road trip highlight. The monarchs were preparing for migration to Mexico. We were anticipating our annual migration to Florida and Central America. (Duluth is the northernmost point of our travels) 
 Flo-vember is already in the rear view mirror. But life is an open road. Stay tuned!

“I WANT TO GO ON A ROAD TRIP. JUST YOU AND ME. THE HIGHWAY, THE RADIO, THE BLUE SKY, THE BACK ROADS, AND WINDOWS DOWN. WE’LL TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING AND NOTHING. WE’LL SING OUR HEARTS OUT, AND WE’LL MAKE MEMORIES WE’LL NEVER FORGET. JUST YOU AND ME.” – UNKNOWN














 

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