Sierra Backpack over Franklin/Shotgun/Farewell Gap
A personal blog of items on travel, nature walks, kayaking and nature observations of Norma Wightman, Morro Bay, California.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sierra Backpack over Franklin/Shotgun/Farewell Gap
Monday, June 28, 2010
English Countryside Walk Brings Surprises
Travels in England took us to many friends and family members. We enjoyed visits with some folks we had not seen for 15 years including a lovely lady who arranged the flowers at our wedding in Rhodesia 44 years ago!
Swiss Rail Top Way to Travel
A Swiss Rail Pass allowed Peter and Norma to fully focus on the fantastic scenery in this mountainous country. We revisted Lauterbrunnen after a 38 year absence--the waterfalls are as fantastic as ever. A funicular and gondola took us up the Shilthorn, but not on the clearest of days. A highlight of our rail travels was taking the Bernina Express from Chur, Switzerland to Ticano, Italy and then by bus to Lugano. No tunnels on this track, just breath-taking stone viaducts over rushing mountain streams 300-400' below the tracks! The bus trip was also hairy as our driver skillfully maneuvered through narrow streets with the bus side mirrors inches away from buildings. Yes, this is the most expensive country in Europe, but the scenery is hard to beat!
Keeping Fit Abroad
The Wightmans spent six weeks in Ireland, England and Switzerland recently. Norma continued her mountain hiking in Ireland with son, Glen and daughter-in-law, Elaine. We hiked one of the 12 Bens in Connemara National Park, County Galway, and also Croagh Patrick, Ireland's holy mountain in County Mayo. Neither is very high, but Croagh Patrick had the stoniest trail ever and some pilgrims do it barefoot! My sturdy walking shoes and hiking staff were very welcome, thank you!
Friday, April 30, 2010
Grand Canyon Trek in April Cool Weather
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Snow Time in the Sierras
Solitude
Snow flakes sieve down from leaden sky,fall on his parka sleeve, each flake unique.He stops. Watches the flakes land, then melt instantly—ice art turned to water.
He spots a squirrel scurrying to a cache of pine nuts; sees a few animal tracks, but no other living creature.
He stops to listen again— a slight rustle of flakes falling on his jacket
and the pumping heart, every molecule in his
body at peace with heart’s rhythm.
Ice-blue solitude soothes; erases his work-a-day world.
Flakes drift down as he resumes his journey out of self.
2/2010