Pics by Rick See Nature’s harshest yet most tantalizingly beautiful landscapes of Death Valley Click to start your visual journey Death_Valley/
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Our North American road trip we call ‘CAN-AM Peregrinations’ in EMILI – short for EMIssions LIttle (our 2004 Toyota Prius Hybrid Vehicle).
Pics by Rick See Nature’s harshest yet most tantalizingly beautiful landscapes of Death Valley Click to start your visual journey Death_Valley/
Plumes of steam billowed slowly upward from her gaping mouth, brilliant against the azure sky; a blanket of snow softly draped her neck; her lower body encased in a placid grey obsidian exterior – since September 23, 2004, Mount St. Helens epitomizes a gentle, snoozing giantess, expelling an even stream of exhalation, with an occasional burst of “throat clearing”. “Be prepared with masks and goggles” is the message to the torrent of volcano-watchers flocking to the vantage point off Washington State Highway 504; geologists watch closely pondering not “IF” but “WHEN” and “HOW ABRUPTLY” this behemoth will again...
By Irene Butler The audience became still; not a single shuffle or whisper could be heard. A stellar radio-voice announced the particulars of this Sunday’s presentation. The full-symphony orchestra at the base of the stage, behind a rainbow of potted flowers, was drenched in a rose glow. Above them, spreading into a ‘V’ formation on either side of floor-to-ceiling organ pipes, 360 men and women dressed regally in black stood in readiness swathed in a halo of golden rays that encompassed the middle stage. A heavenly blue light shone above their heads to the upper-reaches. Divine voices began to...
By Irene Butler Ahhh, the Ocean. After five months of travelling inland we arrived in San Diego, California. Palm trees swaying in the breeze and a warm sun added to a glorious setting in which to roam the streets of the historic “Gaslamp” area, brimming with enticing shops, restaurants, museums and art galleries.
Years ago, we saw it as the eagle flies, in a small aircraft dipping its wings from side to side to show off the breathtaking mammoth chasm. “I want to hike down someday,” I passionately related to Rick. And here we were, after a night’s stay in the sleepy little town of Holbrook AZ, aiming for Flagstaff, a day trip away from realizing my dream.