Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
[This post is featured as a "guest blog" at Clan Elves of the Bitterroots. Please stop by to check out their other authors!] Surely I have the world’s best job: I get to Travel, and I get to Write about it. My Travel Sidekick (a.k.a. Husband) and I have sketched out some “road rules” for … Continue reading Travel Writing: our “Pirate Code” for the Road
Last month my husband and I spent a week at Redfish Lodge in Idaho's Sawtooth mountains, courtesy of the magazine for which I'm writing. It was a great group of four core magazine staffers (The Editor, The Photographer, The Writer [me] and The Right Hand [a.k.a. Office Manager]), along with assorted spouses. My chef- husband … Continue reading “Blog Packages” for your Family Vacation!
Grandpa has never been a cat person. He has been a serial monogomist with a succession of beloved dogs, including Buttons the beagle, whose oil portrait still hangs in his living room. (My mother notes that he has no painting of herself and her brothers, so we know how Grandpa's dogs have rated in his … Continue reading On “Inheriting” a Cat
Engine idling in the middle of the desert, we contemplate the pockmarked metal sign in front of us. Military Range, it declares, adding the instruction that civilian vehicles are to keep to the main road. Which leaves us with a question--what is the definition, out here, of a "main road"? Off to the side, a … Continue reading Byways & Bygones: Idaho’s “Old Oregon Trail Byway”
Mounted above the dash in Pat's car, a GPS device tracks our pre-programmed driving route from San Diego to Boise, Idaho. Whenever we veer from the pre-planned course--even to top off the gas tank or to empty one of the small backseat bladders (which of course operate on a rotating schedule)--a disapproving female voice informs … Continue reading Recalculating
We've been gloriously "unplugged" all week--no phone signal, and just a wireless hotspot (sometimes) by the Redfish Lodge's front door. The Editor giggles every time I say I'm going to "walk up to the internet" to post our blog... *** After he cleaned a Limit of fish (that's a unit of measurement, isn't it?) I … Continue reading Drinks got warm, but the fish stayed cold…
The picture here is a shot of me napping under the trees the last time I was in Stanley--Fourth of July '76, America's Bicentennial. I'm told that when we get home and download our photos, I'll have a companion piece: me with rolled-up jeans and sunglasses, blissfully asleep on this beach. It is absolutely still … Continue reading Hooked
Kana's Chronicles 