I’m beginning my third day of furlough as the federal government is shut down.
I keep coming back to something I saw on the news about the sequester and its effects on national parks.
It wasn’t Trethewey’s personal interpretation of Mississippi that I related to most, but her verbal rendering of the national park I worked at for three and a half years.
Our trip to New York yielded many photos of buildings, people, and public art.
We crossed the state line into Minnesota Thursday night and it immediately started snowing.
Adam on frozen Black Bay, Christmas morning.
Adam and Lore at the overlook above Kabetogama Lake.
If you want to feel like you truly know nothing, be a public information officer on the oil spill response.
I wondered how Ken Burns and Dayton Duncan would wrap up “The National Parks: America’s Best Idea” last night.
We’re going to the beach one more time tomorrow morning and then leaving.
I cannot pronounce it but it is beautiful.
The only front-country campground in the summit district of Haleakala National Park is Hosmer Grove.
We are above the clouds.
After we set up the tent and had a cold dinner I got really sick, probably from the high elevation.
While I’ve seen quite of bit of eastern Iowa and have traveled to Missouri and Nebraska, I still haven’t been to the industrial heartland around the Great Lakes.
Class got out a little early today, so one of the rangers here took us down to the tow path along the canal along the Cuyahoga River.
Vowell doesn’t share my contempt for statues but she’s a good interpreter.
The simple design of the Hoovers’ gravesite is quite striking in the snow.
This is the fourth time I’ve been there but only the first when it wasn’t 100 degrees.