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... my life now or has touched it in one way or another, I truly wish you a Buen Camino!
(Sung to, Leaving on a Jet Plane, by John Denver
and made famous by Peter, Paul & Mary)
All my gear is packed, I'm ready to go,
I'm standing here outside my door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye,
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn,
The pilot's waiting he's blowin' his horn,
Already I'm ...
... are the fact that I can get online in
Spain and post photos and blogs, etc., and the fact that it has an unbelievably
good camera system.
My second new purchase was my trekking poles. They started
becoming real popular about ten or so years ago and the people I saw using them
were either really old and feeble or obvious city slickers out to look cool. So, they were the butt of many jokes by me and I stuck with the single ...
... from the greenhouse in the winter, and has a balcony made in such a way that sunlight doesn't get into the house in the summer but does in the winter. Well, he turned out to be the president of the Cosanti Foundation that manages Arcosanti. "Call me Jeff" On Tuesday I managed to see the guys pouring bronze bells. It was an interesting experience. I also saw the people creating the ceramic bells. I had a further look around and then left for the Red Rocks of ...
... of its own. There were maybe three levels to the town and on each level was something old, neat or sympathetically restored for all to see. A tourist town for sure as Jerome now made its money from dollars and not copper.
At the 7023 feet high pass above Jerome the road now plummeted towards another valley. We were being followed by a Harley Davidson with a Whitehouse-sized flag seemingly welded to the rear frame of the bike and we thought that must ...
... on a slope overlooking the Lone Rock camping area, against a long arm of Lake Powell that stretched northwest, away from the body of the lake. With our tent fly off, the light woke us by 5am; peach and salmon silhouetted the buttes and mesas on the far side of the lake, and made the water glint silver. A line of parked RVs, quiet and distant, was outlined black against the bright water. One persistent planet hovered in an otherwise flawless blue sky, and it was so perfectly ...