Dancing Between the Raindrops
I’m going to chalk it up to luck, because there’s no way I could plan this, even if I had a feed of the weather channel piped directly into my […]
Category Archives: roadtrip
In My Element
I’m still dipping my fork into the puddle of warm maple and whipped cream left over from the bread pudding that served as breakfast, while sipping away on a mug […]
The Mountains are Calling
I’m sure there’s a way to tell this part of the story concisely, and without quite so much whining. But I’m not sure I have it in me to distill […]
David and the *Almost* Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Raise your hand if you’ve ever lost your phone. Raise your hand if you’ve ever lost your phone somewhere in the middle of five acres of pasture you’ve been mowing […]
Show and Tell
Mostly show. A little tell. Oh, and full disclosure: there’ll be a picture of wombat poop somewhere. Just because. So. The wicked storm that had been rallying out in the […]
Singing for my Supper
One of my friends posed a perfectly reasonable question in response to my last few blog posts. Something along the lines of, “Uhhh, what’s with all this galavanting about – […]
MONA
Up until very recently, the only thing I thought I knew about Tasmania (other than that Tasmanian devils were real, but nothing like what Warner Brothers would have us believe), […]
Down the Mountain
I set out yesterday morning with characteristically little idea of what I was going to do with my first full day in Hobert. I had in hand more recommendations than […]
Shortest Summer Ever
Two hours and 46 minutes. Technically, it was summer when I stepped off the plane in Hobart, 25 hours and change after boarding Qantas 3744 in Seattle. It had been […]
The Bumpy Road To The Land Down Under
The distinction between “apropos” and “ironic” has become so blurred in this world that I don’t even try to read an omen into the the iconic Men at Work song […]
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