Laura’s Journal: We eat, drink, and read our way through San Francisco

A transcription of the photographed journal pages can be found at the bottom of this post. I’ve given up on the idea that I’ll ever turn this into a proper blog post, so a slideshow of photos is also included. Joy! Cocktails woooo! The things you find hanging on walls… Transcription: Saturday, May 7, 2022 … More Laura’s Journal: We eat, drink, and read our way through San Francisco

Laura’s Journals: Alcatraz, of course

Transcriptions of the journal pages in the photographs below can be found at the bottom of the page. I’ve stopped believing I’ll ever turn this into a proper blog post, so I’ve included photos here. The gulls do not care. Transcription: Thursday, May 5, 2022 GOLDEN GATE NATIONAL RECREATION: ALCATRAZ ISLAND Welcome to San Francisco! … More Laura’s Journals: Alcatraz, of course

Laura’s Journal: Great Basin National Park

For a transcription of these photographed journal pages, please scroll down! A fancier blog post with loads of pictures will hopefully get posted someday. Transcription of photographed journal pages: Tuesday, May 3, 2022GREAT BASIN NATIONAL PARK Who knew Nevada was so high?? In my defense, apparently I’ve spent my whole life under the impression that … More Laura’s Journal: Great Basin National Park

Things Go Wrong at Glacier National Park

Back in the car we ate sad peanut butter sandwiches and stared glumly at the list of hikes we wanted to do.

“It’s going to be tough to hike ten miles to Grinnell Glacier here, drive thirty miles, then do another three-mile hike to sleep,” I said, resenting the seven miles I’d already hiked today.

We considered other hikes nearer the campsite. We considered other campsites nearer the hike. No combination worked in a satisfying way.

“This is really stupid,” I concluded. “I want to go home.”

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North Cascades National Park, where contradictory things went awry

We sat in the car, staring at our tent in bemusement for a few silent moments.

“Huh,” one of us finally said.

Our tent sat in the middle of a perfect circle of standing water, as if it had decided to grow its own moat. It was perfectly centered. I judged the moat’s depth at about two inches.

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