Logicalmom wrote:
Where would you go?
I'd wait until May and go to the Isle of Man to see the racing action.
Quote:
I'm walking through the solitude and beautiful smell of a pine-lichen forest near where I grew up in northern BC Canada. I am coming up on the shore of a glacier lake, and, oh, is it so blue and clean. It's very, very quiet. I can feel the lichen crumble gently under my feet, cushioning my steps. When I look up, the pine are so tall and thin - they are many, but they let the sky in.
In August, 1977, I hiked the trail from Skagway, Alaska to Lake Bennett in British Columbia. It was quite pretty.
I particularly liked the train ride to Whitehorse afterwards.