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The end of the great northern road trip (aka the end of last month in photos)

August 27, 2013  |  journal entries  |  3 Comments

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The last thing we packed up: Mom’s rhubarb-raspberry crumble.


The ferry; our early morning departure from Juneau.

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After sleeping on the ferry, we get on the road. Moonscape + roads near Skagway.

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Then we got to the Yukon, and got a flat tire. Camped for the night and headed on to the junction the next morning … | Where we got the tire patched. Nothing around for miles.

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Stopped for some of the sights. This is the signpost forest in mid-BC

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Saw some herds of bison!

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Baby bison! | Scenery. Seriously. The road just went on and on and on.

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Just … beautiful.

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Oh BC.

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Camped at Laird Hot Springs.

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The path to the hot springs | hot springs!

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QUINTESSENTIAL ROAD TRIP PHOTO (it’s a smushed bug, for the record, not bird poop. An epicly big bug.)

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The driving-to-Alaska bible, aka The Milepost | Mile by mile

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Yellow

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Train

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Women/men? Rest stop bathroom in southern British Columbia, Canada

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I took this just to show you, to make that random reference in My Father’s Son make more sense.

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breakfast. every. day.

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We didn’t miss the entire berry season! The boy was sooo happy.

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blueberries (by the handful!) | blackberries | loganberries

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nom nom blueberries | “ohh I don’t feel so good.” | blueberry tummyache!

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Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic National Park

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Olympic National Park campsite in Heart O’the Hills, my favorite campsite on the trip. The trees were so huge.

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Hammocks are the best | Gourmet camp cooking

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Old growth, so beautiful | “Four legged frolic” came up as a word in dirty pictionary (also called Pervartistry). I mean who calls it a four-legged frolic? Well, shit, I’m going to now, that’s for sure. Also, note rife’s drawing skills.

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Best breakfast ever! With my good buddy Dr. G in Sequim before we got on the road to Oregon | Arriving in our Oregon hotel, first thing I did was unpack the toys. A real bed! Luxury!

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Tree in Oregon farmland

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us, somewhere | wine tasting in about four different Oregon vineyards

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Sunset while arriving in the Bay Area | Realizing this was the first time I’ve driven after dark in more than six weeks

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Late July in photos: Albuquerque & Jemez travels

August 22, 2013  |  journal entries  |  1 Comment

My late July ten-day trip to Albuquerque and the Jemez Valley in order to go on an advanced retreat was fantastic. I could add thousands of words, but I’ll let these photos speak for themselves.

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Gaping Yawp

July 31, 2013  |  journal entries  |  5 Comments

I’m ripe with danger and loss. Others have told me I hold violence like I’m cultivating a babygreen seedling, but I never believed them until now. You could try to pluck me from the tree but it takes no force, I will fall off into your hand. Don’t make a fist, juice will spill down to your elbow, stain more than any wine. And then the loss of limbs, branches destroyed by beetles and careless swings of an axe. A bronzed arm over the mantle because I asked you for it, and you said okay.

Harbor: choose anything but harbor—more like a cauldron. We boil and toil and burn from the inside out. I am no refuge, no dirty inlet with a dike sheltering from sea monsters. I am the sea monster, I am the barnacles on the underbelly you have to dry dock to deal with. I thought I was more for you than you ever received from any cracker jack box, more than a surprise plastic toy, don’t you know how to decipher my usage? But I lost the instruction manual long before we met. Threw it into the surf. Burned it at fahrenheit 451. My trees grow weary of giving up their paper so easily, but they have nothing else to give.

You gave me bloodlust, a hunger for the darkest taste of me, and there’s no turning back. I can’t undo the danger I offered up, my ripe organs eager for your piercing. Give me more. Open up an apple sideways so the seeds make a star. Dive into the honey thick with bees and sunshine. Liquid greens, that color of new growth, any time the daffodils die and birds start turning one glassy eye to the tundra of the north. Come to where the herring are abundant, bubbles caught in the air waiting to explode in a gaping yawp of need. Don’t we all have it, that bottomlessness, that sexy darkness that links back to when we were born. Birth is the real loss of the only time we are truly one with another. Isn’t that, under it all, the only thing anyone ever wants?

The biggest holiday (and the last few days) in Juneau (aka last week in pictures part one)

July 12, 2013  |  journal entries  |  1 Comment

I’ve got way too many photos from this last week, and not enough time online to upload them and show them off to you. So I’m letting the “likes” be my guide this time, and any with more than 6 likes on Instagram are included.

Here’s some of the most favorite shots from my last week in Juneau. Follow me on Instagram for many more, and will post the rest of last week’s road trip soon.


After weeks of near-perfect weather, it poured for two days. It is a temperate rain forest, after all. AND: Instagram now does video! I never quite got into Vine, but I am pretty excited about Instagram’s video capabilities.

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Salmonberries | Fresh rhubarb from my mom’s garden

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the dog. in a box.

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Douglas mountain … I think this one is Thunder? | Last Frontier Reindeer Sausages | Sunset on the walk home

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Freshest fish at Twisted Fish restaurant


Little golden waterfall in the forest near the Brotherhood Trail. Love the rainforest sounds.

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Forest near the glacier, Brotherhood Trail | Twisted fallen-down tree

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Montage of color & texture from the Brotherhood Trail walk

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The folks who march for peace and the Pride folks joined forces and marched with equality banners and origami paper cranes

The Fourth is the biggest holiday in Juneau, with the entire town coming out to watch the fireworks at midnight on the 3rd of July (because it doesn’t get dark enough until after midnight) and the parade on the 4th.

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Rife had a sandcastle planned for the Sandy Beach sandcastle 4th of July contest before we even arrived in Juneau—lucky for him, we saw about four different porcupines before the 4th, so he was eagerly ready to design this one. The sad part was that the contest was cancelled, but we went down to the beach to build it anyway and there were a dozen or so others there, too. | If I’d been judging, this one would have been first place.

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Treadwell Mine ruins

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Detail of skunk cabbage

On the ferry, as it pulled out of Juneau at 7am, on the way to Skagway to begin the drive through British Columbia again.

There’s much more from the next few days, but I’ll save that for a part two of this post, since my internet connection is slow and precarious and I have plenty more.

Protected: The fields of wildflowers were stunning. (aka This week in photos part two)

June 30, 2013  |  journal entries  |  Enter your password to view comments.

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