SF2T- Day 1
I flew into Albuquerque yesterday afternoon, and Cappuccino picked me up at the airport. We did some errands and ended up having dinner with Cappuccino’s husband, Scott, and her son, Jake. Then we returned...
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Mark’s Photos #16
John and I had detoured off the PCT to walk out via Kearsarge Pass, a 7.5-mile and 2,300-foot climb from the trail. We did this to pick up supplies in the tiny town of...
Mark’s Photos #15
It was a cool morning in February 2024 as I walked down the mountain toward the trailhead after a night camping in an old-growth forest. The blue sky of the morning was being swallowed...
Mark’s Photos #14
Hiking the PCT, I had been in Oregon about a week when I took this picture of Crater Lake. When I left California, I hadn’t expected much of a difference in the trail, but...
Campfires
Recently a question came up about having a campfire at dinner. You may note that I never have a campfire for dinner, or any other time for that matter. I am not a fan...
Mark’s Photos #13
On September seventh 2010 Tropical Storm Hermina moved out of Mexico and into south Texas. It brought with it winds of up to 64 miles an hour and 6.24 inches of rain which caused...
2 responses to “Mark’s Photos #13”
Excellent choice of photos. My shots over the Pacific at sunset when there are CLOUDS are some of my favorites. I don’t think of you as a Texan. After 44 years in Maine after growing up in New Jersey and first ten years of married life in Arizona, I think of myself as a Mainiac! In fact, my rule of thumb, after 40 years in one place, one becomes a native. That is not a take everyone subscribes to, but it makes sense to me.
My dad was in the Army so, growing up, I moved every 3 or so years. After college Nancy and I moved 4 more times before settling in San Antonio for Nancy’s job. We lived there for 33 years, fortunately not the 40 years required by your criteria. Moved to Oregon immediately after retirement. So I consider myself to be a nomad.🚶♂️