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Yesterday as I boarded my connecting flight in Atlanta I glanced at my ticket and realized I had no idea where my seat was located on the plane. G38 I wondered? Where is row G? My prior Delta flight didn’t have a row G. I looked at the ceiling [...]
Posts Tagged ‘travel’
Thanksgiving in LA – part 3
Posted in my people, travel, tagged moving on, roadtripping, travel on December 2, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Editor’s note: This the final of three entries about my trip to LA. I promise.
In the past driving up Highway 1 has always coincided with a major change in my life. But I guess that is true of all great road trips. There is nothing quite like packing the car with a backpack, running shoes [...]
Yosemite trip – part 3
Posted in travel, tagged cloud's rest, travel, yosemite on September 3, 2008 | 1 Comment »
After three days in Yosemite I have a new found love of dehydrated Folgers and Coffeemate creamer and a rekindled appreciation for my bed. We went without showering, without electricity, e-mail or blogging for nearly 76 hours. Oh, how I miss the woods.
Driving back to San Francisco Monday, I could feel my blood pressure rising. There was traffic. And mail. Dirty laundry [...]
Yosemite trip – part 2
Posted in travel, tagged roadtripping, travel, yosemite on September 3, 2008 | 1 Comment »
By 6:30 a.m. we were only running half an hour behind schedule.
This is nothing short of a miracle if you know Emily and me. In high school I used to forge notes excusing our tardiness because we couldn’t quite manage to rally before first period. (And when I say ‘we’ I mean Emily.)
As we boarded the on ramp of the Bay Bridge [...]
Yosemite trip – Part 1
Posted in travel, tagged life saving skills, REI, roadtripping, travel on September 2, 2008 | 2 Comments »
With T minus 12 hours until our departure for Yosemite, Emily and I had packed exactly nothing. Between the two of us we had the following: one sleeping bag, one survival kit my dad assembled for me the last time I got stranded in the woods at night, and one pink Swiss Army knife equipped with a nail [...]
