What's Your Poison and What Act of Mother Nature Has Affected Your Travels?
Aug 6th, 2005, 01:39 PM
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Hi LeeAnn, yep, I was thinking about morning sickness. Am so glad to hear that hasn't been a problem.
Ah, so Wellington reminded you of SF. That is interesting has my father loved SF. Probably that is why. I didn't know that.
Dear one, my late DH and I were getting ready to plan a trip to NZ when I lost him. My DH had spent time in NZ when he was in the Navy and loved NZ so much. He said that you couldn't find nice people and that the beauty of NZ was awesom. I just had a stepGS go there some months ago as he works for a video co. that films adventure travels. He came back raving about NZ also.
Take good care of youself and hope you little son is over his illness.
Ah, so Wellington reminded you of SF. That is interesting has my father loved SF. Probably that is why. I didn't know that.
Dear one, my late DH and I were getting ready to plan a trip to NZ when I lost him. My DH had spent time in NZ when he was in the Navy and loved NZ so much. He said that you couldn't find nice people and that the beauty of NZ was awesom. I just had a stepGS go there some months ago as he works for a video co. that films adventure travels. He came back raving about NZ also.
Take good care of youself and hope you little son is over his illness.
Aug 6th, 2005, 03:27 PM
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First small world continues: OWJ and tpatricco~I grew up in Westfield!!
Now my mother nature story: we were in Venice for a week in late October and had heard about a coming rain storm as well as acqua altas (a convergence of rain, maximum flood and some other forces). We joked about stepping outside in our boots only to leave the hotel and encounter thigh deep waters. We were a distance from those lovely elevated platforms so just headed out in hopes of finding a store and boots. We did find boots, scooped up two pairs and waded our way about "town". Our new found wellies enabled us to slosh about Piazza San Marco. When we came to Cafe Florian I heard a familiar voice and ran into a woman who I had bought flowers from in SF for many years. She and her party were on a cruise, docked in Venice and waiting out the storm at the Florian.
Our wellies sit in the entryway now as a shrine of sorts to Venice!
Now my mother nature story: we were in Venice for a week in late October and had heard about a coming rain storm as well as acqua altas (a convergence of rain, maximum flood and some other forces). We joked about stepping outside in our boots only to leave the hotel and encounter thigh deep waters. We were a distance from those lovely elevated platforms so just headed out in hopes of finding a store and boots. We did find boots, scooped up two pairs and waded our way about "town". Our new found wellies enabled us to slosh about Piazza San Marco. When we came to Cafe Florian I heard a familiar voice and ran into a woman who I had bought flowers from in SF for many years. She and her party were on a cruise, docked in Venice and waiting out the storm at the Florian.
Our wellies sit in the entryway now as a shrine of sorts to Venice!
Aug 6th, 2005, 03:34 PM
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Forgot to mention the poison: It's now Saturday late afternoon and I just finished up a garage sale. We put all the leftovers in the car and drove them immediately to the Thrift Store.
I'm back at the ranch now(the well cleaned out ranch) enjoying a glass of Macrostie Chardonnay.
I'm back at the ranch now(the well cleaned out ranch) enjoying a glass of Macrostie Chardonnay.
Aug 6th, 2005, 07:58 PM
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My poison for the night (surprise, surprise!) is cheap red wine.
In June of '01, we spent a night in Breaux Bridge, LA. The next morning, before we headed for New Orleans, we took a swamp tour. This was a tour that had been highly recommended in one of the guide books I'd read. But it was with a very small scale operator.
He had just one, very small (maybe 8 seats?) metal boat. I'd reserved the tour at least a month ahead.
The tour operator (as had been mentioned in the guide book) was something of a character. He brought along his young, somewhat unkempt daughter (I'm guessing 7 or 8 years old) and some chatahouchie (probably botched that spelling!) dogs. He bred them. I think he brought the mother and two or three pups. My husband thinks it was just the pups.
Anyway, the only other tourists on that trip besides our family of four were an "interesting" somewhat older couple from Texas.
The tour started out just fine. It was a nice sunny day. We motored across a lake into thick swamp. The operator was very interesting. And it was quite an experience to be in that small, low, metal boat in the midst of such dense swamp.
But then, perhaps half an hour into the tour, things began to change. It's been five years so I can't remember which came first, the thunder or the rain. The couple from Texas began to panic almost immediately. They wanted to end the tour.
The operator's instinct was to try to wait it out. While being in the swamp in a thunder storm wasn't the best of situations, I don't think he was anxious to cross the large open lake in a small metal boat!
So he gave us a tarp to cover our heads (which the couple managed to pull in such a way that rain ran down the back of those of us in the last two seats). And we sat in the swamp for perhaps 15 minutes or so. My main memory of that part is the smell of wet dog!
However, both the rain and the complaints of the Texans began to intensify. The operator apparently decided that he had no choice but to head back.
What a ride that was! Zooming across the open lake at breakneck speeds in this small metal boat in the midst of a thunderstorm! My husband works for one of the two major Chicago papers. He said that, all the way back across the lake, all he could think of was what his obituary was going to say!
Meanwhile, the operator's daughter implored Jesus to save us all the way back!
It was very frightening at the time. But it's one of those stories we'll be telling the rest of our lives! And, amazingly, our daughter (15 at the time), had her wits about her enough to take pictures all the way back across the lake!
In June of '01, we spent a night in Breaux Bridge, LA. The next morning, before we headed for New Orleans, we took a swamp tour. This was a tour that had been highly recommended in one of the guide books I'd read. But it was with a very small scale operator.
He had just one, very small (maybe 8 seats?) metal boat. I'd reserved the tour at least a month ahead.
The tour operator (as had been mentioned in the guide book) was something of a character. He brought along his young, somewhat unkempt daughter (I'm guessing 7 or 8 years old) and some chatahouchie (probably botched that spelling!) dogs. He bred them. I think he brought the mother and two or three pups. My husband thinks it was just the pups.
Anyway, the only other tourists on that trip besides our family of four were an "interesting" somewhat older couple from Texas.
The tour started out just fine. It was a nice sunny day. We motored across a lake into thick swamp. The operator was very interesting. And it was quite an experience to be in that small, low, metal boat in the midst of such dense swamp.
But then, perhaps half an hour into the tour, things began to change. It's been five years so I can't remember which came first, the thunder or the rain. The couple from Texas began to panic almost immediately. They wanted to end the tour.
The operator's instinct was to try to wait it out. While being in the swamp in a thunder storm wasn't the best of situations, I don't think he was anxious to cross the large open lake in a small metal boat!
So he gave us a tarp to cover our heads (which the couple managed to pull in such a way that rain ran down the back of those of us in the last two seats). And we sat in the swamp for perhaps 15 minutes or so. My main memory of that part is the smell of wet dog!
However, both the rain and the complaints of the Texans began to intensify. The operator apparently decided that he had no choice but to head back.
What a ride that was! Zooming across the open lake at breakneck speeds in this small metal boat in the midst of a thunderstorm! My husband works for one of the two major Chicago papers. He said that, all the way back across the lake, all he could think of was what his obituary was going to say!
Meanwhile, the operator's daughter implored Jesus to save us all the way back!
It was very frightening at the time. But it's one of those stories we'll be telling the rest of our lives! And, amazingly, our daughter (15 at the time), had her wits about her enough to take pictures all the way back across the lake!
Aug 7th, 2005, 04:16 PM
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This didn't change any travel plans but was an interesting act of nature...
Last summer on the longest day, summer solstice, my sister got married at Alyeska outside of Anchorage. She moved up there 13+ years ago from Seattle. Anyway, the ceremony was at the top of the mountain, the reception at the lodge. Just after our meal we all got to experience an earthquake. Luckily it was a very small one, they said it happens often. But memorable that the day my sister married the earth shook
Last summer on the longest day, summer solstice, my sister got married at Alyeska outside of Anchorage. She moved up there 13+ years ago from Seattle. Anyway, the ceremony was at the top of the mountain, the reception at the lodge. Just after our meal we all got to experience an earthquake. Luckily it was a very small one, they said it happens often. But memorable that the day my sister married the earth shook
Aug 7th, 2005, 06:43 PM
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In 2004 - going from Virginia to Orlando - had to backtrack inland from Myrtle Beach, where we were visiting relatives on the way, to dodge Hurrican Gaston. Had to leave early because of incoming Hurricane Frances (I think?). We drove to Daytona and took A1A north since 95 was packed. Nice drive on an EMPTY road - kinda spooky - and we stopped at one of the beaches to join a few others looking at the threatening sea.
This year, we went north to Massachusetts!
This year, we went north to Massachusetts!
Aug 8th, 2005, 06:05 AM
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I have been evacuated from NC's beaches 4 or 5 times going back to when I was a child. Most of the time that was more exciting than scary. As far as the poison...well it depends on what goes w/it...as I favor many different types...The last being a bottle of Gloria Ferrer Blanc de Noirs.
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