Have Passport. Will Travel.
(via Three Practically Perfect Days in Seattle « Tea & Cookies)
I have no immediate plans to go back to Seattle (more’s the pity), but I like to keep a running list of things to do, just in case.
Whitby, England.
Okay, don’t tell anyone, but the Shaw girls are from England, and our next big project is saving enough money to make a serious homeland trip. This seems like a perfectly nice place to stop.
(via sqwrlydoom)
The Cave - Northern Iceland | image by Rafal Nowosielski
One of the places I hope to see someday.
(via sqwrlydoom)
So, I’m not quite used to this whole travel blogger thing, and I COMPLETELY forgot my good camera on our jaunt to the Ft. Worth Stockyards. So, sorry about the lousy iPhone pictures.
I’m a card-carrying Democrat (no really…I have a card), but I LOVE Ft. Worth, and the horses, boots, knives, whiskey, and tattoos. If you ever visit, be sure to go to the White Elephant Saloon. There’s some debate as to its place in Ft. Worth history (and by that, I mean, the bartender says it’s the oldest bar in Ft. Worth, and the boot guy down the street says he’s full of it), but it’s cool as hell, and the local beer is pretty darn good.
Of course, visit Sundance Square too, which is the modern city center, but nothing makes you feel like you’re in Texas more than trying on boots, hats and holsters.
Buying boots is serious business. But what’s the point of visiting Texas if you don’t try on ostrich boots?
While Shaw Mom and Kiki are galavanting in Texas, I’ve been applying for work permits and filling out security forms so that I can excavate again this summer. Here are a few things about Jordan I’ve been missing.
Staring out over Amman at night.
Digging in the blistering heat…
…and drawing maps in a cave.
Hiking for a thousand miles in Petra and then nursing my poor sun scorched shoulders.
Wearing harem pants non-ironically (although, strictly speaking this photo is in Jerusalem).
And camels. I’ve really been missing some spitting, fowl-tempered, weird-smelling camels.
Where are you dreaming of?
Lou
Along the way, I believe we were on Highway 30 in Arkansas, I spotted something significant in the road ahead. At 80 miles per hour (a smidge over the speed limit) I had to make a split second decision. Moving into the right hand lane was out of the question, moving left was also out of the question, so I had to deal with it in my lane. I slammed on the brakes as hard as possible without tossing Shaw Girl Kiki into the windshield and managed to out-maneuver the large sharp-edged metal pipe without damage to the car, us, or anyone around us.
The metaphor seems a little too obvious, because as we travel through life we are going to come across some hard metal pipes with sharp edges and have to deal with them one way or another. A Shaw girl prefers to change lanes and avoid collision/conflict but if necessary we can face it head on, out-maneuver, win, and move on down the road feeling victorious. Faced a pipe on this trip and am starting to feel like a winner again. And if you know a Shaw girl, you know that next to travel, winning is one of our favorite things.
No wonder Obama follows you.
Woke up to a fluffy face. I think there are eyes in there somewhere. We have no plans today. The benefit of driving 17 straight hours to Texas is that we’re here. The downside is that I have no interest in moving yet. Lunch is coming up, though, and if anything can rouse a Shaw girl, it’s food. Especially tacos.
