There is still one continent left I havn't stepped on,maybe it has to wait for another life,but maybe one day I conquer my aversion to being treated like a danger to all other life on this planet and go there anyway.
My old travel companion,my Swiss Army Knife, was confiscated at the airport.The shiny three inch blade and cork screw clearly the perfect tool for the professional highjacker.I felt naked and defenseless but still made it down to Ushuaia on the tip of South America.What had become of the home of the brave?
A ship waited on the pier. My bottle of Rum was confiscated upon boarding. Now the chips were down. I could have paid again the value of the bottle ,like buying back your freshly stolen wrist watch from a pickpocket and would have been permitted to consume it, so it was not about keeping an old sailor from getting drunk. It was simple normal corporate greed.
The trip was fun and fascinating anyway as I had anticipated this confiscation and made prudently other arrangement which kept me from buying it at the bar for five Dollars a shot. Cape Horn,o a calm day The precious egg So much to talk about a rare sunny day The Dutch square rigger Deception Island The old pier Lupines
There is always something new looking around the garden,under logs or in the vegetation.
humming bird
Coons are people too
Few people are lucky enough to live in an area so full of wonder.In a few minutes,from our home in Montara,we can watch the harbor seals playing in the surf,migrating whales in the season,elephant seal colonies at Ano Nuevo or wandering in the towering redwoods at Butano or Big Basin.
