Not knowing where I’m going is okay, I just wish I was on the way 🙂
While the objective may be clear, it’s always helpful to have a cairn mark the path.
Relax – easy for you to say when your meal arrives on a plate, whereas I have to keep an eagle eye on my supper running out there through the grass.
What do you get when the kitchen staff toss out the leftover fruit every afternoon? A chaotic mob jousting for the best bites.
A very rare photo of Arte Johnson geese as they travel from here to there in secret.
Hiking up the Stawamus Chief near Squamish the path tends to wander from side to side in the gorge and has the odd narrow spot to clamber through.
Checkmate. Must take a lot of practice to sit so still for a couple of hours at a time especially considering the heat and sun along the Malecon in Puerto Vallarta. Tough way for these partners to make a living.
Sitting having coffee while waiting at a local medical facility I got lost in all the curves of the atrium
I seem to be falling behind but the trains keep rolling. Amtrak and the BNSF freight trains are an established tourist attraction as they whistle their way back and forth along the White Rock beach front. Of course they have limited choices on which way to go, either forwards or backwards as going sideways always leads them into trouble.