The gorgeous shots you typically see from the Palouse are shot at a place called Steptoe Butte. But that’s not the only place you can find beauty.Continue reading “Loose in the Palouse: Early Impressions”
The cow looked at me, quizzically. I looked back, impressed with how well it was put together. We both probably wondered if the other was missing a few screws…Continue reading “Loose in the Palouse: Born in a Barn”
It’s a wonder.
Chichen Itza is one of the new seven wonders of the world, and once on site it’s easy to see why. The place is awesome. The scale of it; the precision, especially considering they built it over 1000 years ago, without the benefits of the wheel, metal tools, or beasts of burden; the extent of the grounds – it all adds up to something special.
So if I subject you, once again (and I promise this is the last time) to Mayan pyramids, we’re going to go out on a high note.Continue reading “Chichen Itza”
After scoping out pyramid after pyramid, where the local jefes sensibly kept the mobs off of their ancient relics in the interest of preservation, as well as preventing some klutz from falling and bashing their brain pans in, I finally got to climb one of them.Continue reading “Scaling A Pyramid”
Suppose you had a jones to retire in Mexico, wanted to do so in a city that had lots of things to do, but the idea of a city the size of Mexico City was just way too intimidating. Where would you go?Continue reading “Merida”
Reaching out against the sky, spires that would make a cathedral jealous poke holes in the blue. Massive footings – shoes that would be big for Paul Bunyan or even Finn McCool fill house sized footprints on the riverbank. Gothic arches soar, leading the eye up and onward towards heaven, or at least the underdeck of the road.
And where is this architectural marvel?Continue reading “Unabridged Bridge”
When we think of flowers, the first thing that comes to mind are the colors that give each of them their distinct character, beauty, and mood.
But are colors really necessary to make a flower beautiful?
It was a dark and stormy night.
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As I slogged through the loose sand, I heard the faint cry carried by the gusting wind, “help, help!”
It seemed almost to have sprung up overnight. Long, lean, and wiry with a spiky mop-top. What was it?