Did you ever wonder why only you seem to lose your luggage while everyone else gets theirs? I snapped this picture at Denver International Airport, outside Gate 59, Concourse B, at DIA, on the way to the New Belgium Brewery pub. And here I thought that DIA had one of the most advanced luggage handling [...]
After a long journey of enlightenment and discovery over the last ten days, Miss Fish and I are loitering in Boston’s South Station, waiting to take the red-eye Northeast Corridor train to Washington, D.C. We are planning to attend John Stewart’s “Rally to Restore Sanity” on the National Mall. The all-night train will serve as [...]
No really. Nice is the name of the town, perched on the north end of Clear Lake. We’ve got a great spot by the lake, and other than the music from the party up the road, it’s about as peaceful as it gets. Easy travel day tomorrow; only 80 miles until we reach Mendocino.
We’re on the road to Mendocino to return to Lark Camp, musical mayhem in the Mendocino redwoods. We have Dana in the back seat, stuffed full of dramamine and fast asleep. After last year, we’re definitely better prepared: less food and more clothes. We’ll be meeting up in Mendocino before joining the parade of vehicles [...]
…but after all that build-up, I can’t help but feel a little let down. Umm…anyone need a dead tomato seedling?
Miss Fish’s Brother in Law edited the pic of her sampling a Guinness during the brewery tour. I thought it was funny…although Miss Fish has other opinions.
Out of money and out of time, so I suppose that’s it for our Ireland trip. We’re on the way to catch the bus to the airport. As the days go on, we’ll get some more photos up, and I’ll consolidate some of the adventures into feature articles, embellished with gory details and such. Next [...]