Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.Cesare Pavese
Time to cross the divide and get down onto the other side of the Sierra Nevada, a trip which is very difficult in the winter.
After a number of days of relative inactivity by our standards, the first excursion of the morning just had to include some walking. Up the side of a mountain.
Get your motor runnin', head out on the highway. Looking for adventure In whatever comes our way.
Alcatraz, one of the most infamous prisons ever built, and the setting for many a good film staring Clint Eastwood and Tyne Daly.
Isn’t the weather in San Francisco bizarre ? It’s 60F and this is a mini heatwave, apparently. We were warmer at home.
Ten hours of flying from Heathrow to San Francisco and it was still only mid afternoon. Oh yes, jet lag !
So what do you need for fly-drive in the USA when you haven't decided where to go or what to do ?
An epic road trip around the southwestern corner of the USA, including more National Parks and National Monuments than you can shake a stick at.
In early June 2002 we paid a visit down to Devon for a long weekend of farting about and the enjoying the seaside.
In November of 2001 we scooted up to the Lake District for a couple of days to attend a friend's wedding.
In October Kas and I paid a visit to the estate at Blenheim Palace. Not a bad little house.
The year 2000 seemed to be the year when everyone we knew got married, including ourselves.
Chillin' by the beach. With some diving, sunbathing, and a day out at a historic monastery.
Nearly three weeks in Egypt by way of a little honeymoon celebration. It took "hot" to a whole new level.
In August 1999 Kas and me spent a week in Crete - our first ever "proper" summer holiday together. It was warm and sunny and very picturesque.
In summer 1999 I was working with a petroleum refining company in Portugal. At one point I had to spend one week in Porto then the next in Lisbon, so Kas came to see me at the weekend.