Evening on the Danube

Quick now, what’s the first city you think of when you think, “Danube River?”

Budapest

When we left off, I mentioned starting a new trip to Central Europe in a place that is considered one city, but you could consider being two cities. A few followers guessed at where that might be.

Loose in Palouse

You’d think, after four posts and dozens of pictures in a series called “Loose in the Palouse”, that we’ve actually been to Palouse. But we haven’t.

How can that be? Have I been lying to you this whole time?

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Loose in the Palouse: Panorama

Sometimes, in a photography workshop, you need to get an early start. Like, really early. Early enough to travel to and arrive at a pre-scouted viewpoint well before dawn, so you can catch the sunrise and morning light that comes with it.

In my case, this ended up meaning, “guess I’m not going to sleep at all tonight.”

Loose in the Palouse: Steptoe To Falls

One thing was made quite clear by our photography workshop leader when he gave us an introductory briefing on the Palouse.

Loose in the Palouse: Early Impressions

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.

Loose in the Palouse: Born in a Barn

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…

Chichen Itza

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.

Scaling A Pyramid

Finally.

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.

Merida

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?