Category Archives: Nature

100 Years of Exploring Machu Picchu

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Machu Picchu Celebration

I meant to put this up last night, while it was still 07/07/11, the 100 year anniversary of Hiram Bingham’s “discovery” of Machu Picchu. Especially after visiting, I have many of the same thoughts and fears as the author. Hopefully I will have a chance to voice my concerns soon, as well. Thanks to E for the link.

Same River, Different Day

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This one spot holds such disparate memories, all of them carrying a little piece of the journey.

Anxious, as we ran out of light and energy that late October when we first finished the Enchantments trip. Excited, as we started out on that humid September morning for our third Alpine Lakes Wilderness adventure last year. Proud, as Mom oohed and aahed at the wildflowers one spring visit. Laughing, when the Aussie friends strapped their full body photo armor on to get the truest autumn light. Giggling, watching the adorable children toting their walking sticks and fish prints up the trail during Salmon Festival. Curious, observing the UW entymology class trapping bugs for their collection. Sweaty, each time I pass through during the Leavenworth Half Marathon.

Sunny, cloudy, rainy. Blazing, frigid, temperate. Height of summer, depth of winter. In all conditions, beautiful.

Old-meets-new Homestead

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I have so many incredible photos from yesterday’s glorious hike that I don’t even know where to begin. This trail is my new favorite. I was in total heaven yesterday. It felt completely indulgent to hike here in the middle of a week day. I had to scurry away from the group I was with in order to make it to work on time. I ended up running all the way back because I was just so giddy. My introduction to the new Homestead Trail was absolute perfection. This is why we live here.

Maternal Love

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I walk past this sculpture almost every day. Unadorned it is a simple motif of love, connection, life. But more often than not she is clad for whichever season we are currently experiencing. She defies the elements. In winter she wears a scarf, in spring she holds flowers, for Mother’s Day this wreath crowned her head. I should really look into the history of this piece–dig up the details on who built her, who inspired her, who funded her, who cares for her. But really I prefer to make up all of those stories myself. Perhaps those imaginary musings will inspire another work of art with love, connection, and life as its theme.