When you're 15, you can write your name in the snow from 10 feet away, especially if you have a short name like Bob, instead of something like Alexander...
In your late 60s you might be visiting a urologist to help go with the flow and writing your name may become a long, drawn out process...you would have to move around a lot slowly dribbling your name...
I'm dreaming about a trip though the Florida Panhandle seafood restaurants and on to see the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. My last gambling "gris-gris" charm from Madame Trouseau is wearing out.
I'd like to spend some time in the Southwest again and then shoot up the East side of the California Cascades and cross over to the redwoods.
After that we'll work our way up the coast of Oregon and Washington and then head up the West Coast of Canada to Skagway.
We should be able to spend July and August in Alaska, fishing for King Salmon and 100 pound Halibut and then come back down the Alcan to hit the big mall in Edmonton.
The last leg will be the Great Lakes and Autumn in New England.
We've been doing this gypsy thing for just over five years now. I have 22,000 photos in 33 gigabytes and 755 folders...The photos here are a few randomly chosen happy travel memories.
Mrs. Phred in the middle of a 300 mile motorcycle ride in the Big Bend desert. Am I a lucky guy or what?
Grand Canyon. Point and click.
Crater Lake in May.
It's time to think happy thoughts...even if they ARE random..