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Around the World In October, 1984, Ken and Carrie were "foot loose and fancy free" leaving everything to chance while traveling around the world .... for nine months. Traveling westward, they spent 3 months in the South Pacific (Tahiti, Australia, New Zealand), 3 months in Asia (China, Hong Kong, Thailand, Burma, Nepal and India), and a final 3 months in Europe (Italy, Greece, Israel, Egypt, France and England) before returning to the USA. Shown here are four galleries from this trip: Cityscapes & Landscapes, People, Innocents Abroad, Pretty as a Picture. |
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Grand Canyon For nearly 300 miles, the Colorado River has cut a chasm over a mile deep through a rainbow of ancient rock. The canyon, like my trip, starts at Lee's Ferry. Traveling down river in traditional wooden dories, we go back in time until the oldest layers of rock are exposed, 1.7 billion years old. Exciting rides in the rapids, some good hikes and some first-rate photo opportunities. |
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Alaska To celebrate their 60th birthdays, Ken and Carrie backpacked for a week through the Chitistone Canyon in Wrangell St. Elias National Park. The park is larger than Switzerland ... and has more glaciers and higher mountains. A bush pilot ferried them to and from the back country from the town of McCarthy, which in turn is at the end of a 60-mile dirt road. An early snow added to the adventure. |
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Glacier National Park Forty years ago, while first crossing the country, I traveled through and fell in love with this park. In 2003, I finally returned for an in-depth visit. Though the high country was still covered with snow, the hiking and vistas were spectacular - turquoise colored lakes, U-shaped valleys, spectacular vistas, ice covered lakes, snow covered trails, spring flowers and few fellow campers. |
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Sierra Nevada - The Range of Light The Sierra Nevada, so aptly called the "Range of Light" by John Muir, rises as a great wave of stone for four hundred miles between the arid wastes of the Great Basin and the verdant Central Valley of California. I came to Yosemite for the first time in the spring of 1968. It was my first visit to the Sierras and for me it was a tremendous event. I've returned many times to explore the granite peaks and basins, glacial lakes and meadows, and the streams and rivers. I am an ardent believer in wilderness, which reflects the mystique of nature, and I have enjoyed both companionship and solitude in the high mountains. Take only pictures, leave only footprints. |
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