Thoughts On Travel, Books, And Life
Last weekend volksmarching popped into my head. Volksmarches are simply walks that are noncompetitive, untimed, and unsupervised. They can be power walks, strolls, or anything in between. The mapped-out walks are coordinated by local clubs of a national or international walking association. Their origin, as you might guess, is German. “Volksmarch” means something like “people’s march” in German. Continue reading “Volksmarching Through Whittier”
Maybe the road to Spadra wasn’t the mystical road to Shangri-la, but it definitely served a purpose in local California history. In 1887, the Amerige brothers bought land that would eventually become Fullerton. There was already a north-south trail nearby that aided transportation. That trail was named Spadra Road (or Spadra Street, to some). Continue reading “Spadra, The Community That Vanished”
One of our best all-around bed and breakfast experiences years ago was at the Corncroft in Witney, a couple of hours from London. Tom stayed at the Corncroft for many weeks as he was working at a Continue reading “Hotel Nipton”
It was a sunny and beautiful day on Monday. Tom and I decided to do some “micro-traveling” by driving fifteen minutes away from home to the Olinda Continue reading “Olinda Oil Museum and Trail”
Why did Tom and I take those back roads in Death Valley National Park a couple of weeks ago? (See my previous post on this blog.) We were trying to get to Teakettle Junction. We had seen pictures of it online and in a tour book. It seemed like a special, little place. Continue reading “Teakettle Junction”
As you may know, Tom and I took a quick trip to Death Valley National Park last week. Tom is always open to traveling on back roads, be they paved, gravel, or dirt. I prefer the main highway, but I acquiesce to Tom sometimes because we have certainly come across some interesting sights in the past on various back roads.
So leaving Lone Pine last Thursday, Tom warned me that the back roads Continue reading “The Beauty of the Pronghorn”
It was a beautiful, yet scorching afternoon in Joshua Tree National Park a few weeks ago. My husband Tom and I had decided to take a short trip to the desert to escape at-home boredom. As usual, Tom had located an almost imperceptible spot on the map that he thought we should visit in the park – a place named Keys View.