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Not on a digitized road

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Not on a digitized road

For anyone who has ever used a navigation system, and driven (or walked) beyond where the map has coverage, you were probably prompted with a message warning you that, “You are not on a digitized road,” meaning that the detailed directions will cease, and you are on your own until you return back to civilization.

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Bird by bird

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Bird by bird

Starting something new, like writing, is exciting.  But it is also scary.  Having Lamott to look up to as a woman ahead of me on the trail, and not only surviving, but thriving, is reassuring.

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Now you see it, now you don't

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Now you see it, now you don't

I published some of the pictures on Facebook, some on this blog. Others I just kept.  I also digitized all my old photo albums and added those to the library, painstakingly noting dates and locations.

It was all going swimmingly, until…

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Places better experienced through a photo...

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Places better experienced through a photo...

So, the bottom line of my trip, is that I recommend skipping Uluru, and spending an extra day or two at one of the other amazing locations across Australia.  I left feeling unfilled and disappointed.  But, I do have some amazing photos!

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American female on the loose

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American female on the loose

Something I really do not spend a lot of mindshare on is my gender.  I love being a woman; I am proud of it, I wouldn’t change it for the world.  But, I simply don’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about it.

During all my travels, it has become clear that the rest of the world sees me as a woman, first and foremost.  Some of the my most colorful memories are directly related to the fact that I am a woman, and I am thankful for each and every one.

Here are just a few cherished nuggets…

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Pulling is the object of stretching

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Pulling is the object of stretching

stretching was tranquility, not effort.  And pulling definitely involves effort.  Lots and lots of effort as my muscles shake, and pain courses up and down my legs, in this case, inside and out, front and back.  Tremendous effort and discipline as sweat pours off my body, into my eyes, and up my nose.

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Recharging

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Recharging

I don’t have time to travel. Who has time to travel?

Wait.

That’s the point.

Traveling allows you to take a break from daily routine and see a new perspective ...then take home with you the gift of renewed energy, a more open mind.

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Welcome

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Welcome

I don’t remember not traveling.  I started earning frequent flier miles when I was 8 years old. I vividly remember the year my sister and I got matching Snoopy suitcases for Christmas.  Nothing else we got that year even came close to being as cool as those suitcases! 

After my parents divorced, and my mom moved my sister and I across the country, my sister and I flew alone cross-country several times a year to visit our dad.  And, my sister and I went on great holidays with our dad to Mexico and Jamaica, and with our mom to England, Florida, New York, D.C. and Australia.

But, even more common than flying were the road trips.  With our dad, we took trips to Wisconsin (the Dells), Indiana (the Dunes) and Michigan (some kind of Lithuanian summer community).  With our mom it was all about the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, and Yosemite.

I learned about history, culture, politics, and life.  Not through the filter of television, but by actually traveling and seeing it.

I started this blog in 2012 to explain what travel is teaching me now, or key lessons I learned in the past.  My hope is that you enjoy reading it a fraction as much as I enjoy learning it!

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