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When Angus and I finally arrived in Pucón (two and a half hours late), Chris, the kiwi uncle, was there to pick us up. “No worries, mate,” he said as he lugged our bags to the back of his pickup and drove us the half hour out of town to his deer ranch. Dagmar, his […] I had never in my life started a slow-clap. The first time would have to be on a bus in the middle of Chile. You’ve seen this phenomenon in movies. There’s some powerful, unconventional, emotional performance. The audience is quiet, stunned, uncertain of how to respond, until one person stirs, putting his hands together once…twice…and […] ¡Buenos dias de Santiago de Chile! Arrived at 9:30 this morning after two uneventful flights, met Angus, my partner in poor-Spanish, at the airport, and was whisked away amid a flurry of “hola – buenas dias – ¡vamos!” to the house of Raul and Raquel (friends of friends of friends…). I’ve been here less than […] who continue to check (and check, and check, and check) this page to see if I’ve updated: I will post again! …at the end of December. At the moment, I am at home, in between adventures. My writing efforts are currently focused on polishing and publishing, and my mental energies are directed at networking and […] There I was, leaning against the wall of the Grant Village Campground bathroom, mechanically shoveling warm oatmeal into my mouth, absently re-reading the campground recycling guidelines for the thirty-seventh time. Rain hammered on the roof and dripped noisily off the gutters onto the pavement outside. The bathroom was the only place where I could cook […] Cal rushes in, barely pausing to knock before he’s pushing the front door open. He’s excited, stuttering, and wearing his red flannel bathrobe over his typical jeans and button-down, with a jean jacket on top of that, and his crumpled western hat over all of it. “Susan? Susan, can I – you’ve – come, come […] BG, one of Bob’s female friends, thought I was crazy to go. A six-day trip, in the backcountry, with three 40+ men I barely knew? I’ll admit I had my doubts. Lou, the trip organizer, is a local antiques dealer with whom I’ve become acquainted over the summer. The other two, Joe and […] Is it possible to relish a boring life? For weeks now, I’ve considered making updates here, only to shrug helplessly: what can I say? The moments that make up my day to day existence are small and simple, and while it would be possible to write stories about them and expand them into epic […] I rolled over lazily in my sleeping bag and squinted at the bright light that shone through the tops of the trees. It was morning. I stretched and adjusted my woolly hat and tucked my matted hair back behind my ears. The mosquitoes from the night before still hovered, humming and buzzing around my […] Finally! Let’s get a big YEE HAW from the middle of Dubois, Wyoming (DOO-boys – pronounce it in the French fashion at your own risk). The town is small (900 souls) and high (6,900 feet above seal level), but it’s got a library with wireless internet access. I’ve been here for two weeks, and I’ve […] |
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