I deeply regret not getting in the car and catching the real show somewhere darker.(Photo taken with my phone, so one more reason it's not as spectacular as it could have been.)
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Sunday, October 10, 2021
As I mentioned in my last post, I spent three weeks in Doha helping with the evacuation of Afghanistan. In the space of just about a month, more than 120,000 individuals left Afghanistan. Roughly half of them passed through Doha on their way to other places: home, for those of dual citizenship; locations set up to process visas and humanitarian parole; in the end most are in the USA or will be. The experience was physically, mentally and emotionally challenging and for all the things that went right, it's the things that went wrong that stick the strongest.
I returned home from Doha and spent about 10 days with my family before heading back out; this time to Boston, where I spent 10 days with my father in the aftermath of his wife's passing.
Oh, and Terry broke his foot back in August so he hobbles around in a special boot. No fall hikes for him, and his ski season will start a bit late.
It's been a hell of a few months.
Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
Sunday, September 19, 2021
I'm back from three weeks in Doha helping move Afghan evacuees from Arrival Point #1 (Doha) to either Final Destination (for American citizens who just needed to get home) or Next Stop (for Afghans who need to be vetted and processed at some other location, like Germany, better suited for long-ish term living before being able to - most likely - move to the U.S.). Still processing the experience, but wanted to mark it.
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
Wednesday, September 8, 2021
Wednesday, September 1, 2021
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
Part of the mad scramble for campsites means taking what you can get in terms of dates, or in terms of campgrounds. My second priority was to camp along the Icefields - there are so many cool hikes but they are too far to get to from home. So, for this week of vacation we spent 4 days at Two Jack, came home for a night of showering, laundry, and repacking the cooler, then set off for 5 days at Rampart Creek.
First hike: Wilcox Pass. Supposedly beautiful views, and I can believe it. We did spend a bit of time playing in a patch of snow we came across, and when Terry and I took a short detour to a flowing stream the kids watched a prairie dog scamper about. There were pretty wildflowers all along the path and in the distance.
Second hike: Parker Ridge. Similarly probably beautiful, lovely wildflowers, similar extreme smoke.
Bear: There were signs up all over the campground alerting folks that there was a bear in the area. According to the chalkboard by the water source, it had last been seen 5 days ago. But apparently all the good berries are now ripe because between 9:30-10:30am each morning the folks camping in sites closer to the water than us has sightings. One day on our way back from a hike we passed a car with its hazards on, pulled not-quite-over enough on the shoulder a couple of km from the campsite and Terry noted there was a bear the car had pulled over to watch. I only saw a dark blur as we drove past. It's probably the same bear.
Sunsets: It was a lot like Goldilocks' lunch. The first night we waited too long to wander over toward the creek to get a sunset photo and the sun was already behind the mountain by the time we got there. So our second night we went extra early, but got so bug bitten we had to give up before it got the real fiery reds. Third night was just right, and Terry was able to capture some pretty pictures.