While cruising in Alaskan waters, I discovered rivers of solid ice, sometimes thousands of feet thick! I call them “glaciers” and arranged for a helicopter ride at once for a closer examination.








Exploring the world
While cruising in Alaskan waters, I discovered rivers of solid ice, sometimes thousands of feet thick! I call them “glaciers” and arranged for a helicopter ride at once for a closer examination.







I made a quick inspection trip to Seattle, on my way to intercept the Queen Elizabeth, a Cunard liner. Seattle is very nice…a sort of clean and non-hostile San Francisco.







No travels for a couple more weeks, but Xena has been busy. Also, AI takes a look at Marxism. Both are accompanied by insightful commentary by experts, so be sure to listen to the audio!
Sorry, not a travelogue this time. Just a link to some AI-generated haikus that distill entire mega-topics into a few insightful lines. Enjoy!
US-50 is billed as the loneliest highway in America. I drove it, west to east across Nevada. Ha. I’ve seen lonelier, especially in southeast Utah. The drive was exciting at times…I had to drive through a snowstorm for most of the day it took to traverse Nevada. My mud&snow tires plus all-wheel-drive inspired confidence. Xena, the Warrior Princess, was unconcerned and napped, missing most of Nevada.





While in DC, I dined at some excellent restaurants and drank at superlative bars: Afghania, The Hamilton, Off the Record at the Hay Adams, Round Robin at the Willard Hotel, and others I neglected to take note of.
I attended a service at the National Cathedral. It had been a while since I have been to a service, which is ok because I don’t sin much any more. Toured Mount Vernon, the White House, the US Capitol, the National African American Museum of History and Culture, and the Library of Congress. Visited many of the monuments, including some new ones: FDR, MLK, and WWI.

A brief snippet of post-service organ music, along with some idle worshippers.
The bells! The bells! My search for Quasimodo proved fruitless.








I write this as I wing my way home from a most excellent adventure in Washington, DC. I stayed with my friends and wonderful hosts, Andrew and Michelle, for 3 days, then moved to a hotel for 3.
As most of us know, Washington has one weather mode, muggy, with two variants, hot and cool. Lucky for me, this visit was in the muggy and cool variant. It was drizzly rain for most of my visit, which may sound unfortunate at first. However, with an umbrella or light rain jacket, it proved quite comfortable.
One dangerous result of the rain, though, was the extremely slick sidewalks. All the granite and red bricks seem benign when dry, but turn treacherous when wet. Pedestrians beware.
Washington’s public transit agency, WMATA, runs superb bus and rail service throughout the city. It was very convenient, clean, safe and usually on time. Using public transit is way better than driving a rental.
First stop, right off the plane, the National Air & Space Museum at Dulles. Excellent as always, crammed full of planes.




I have journeyed again to the land of the Oregon and have discovered a remarkable river. I call it Deschutes, so that I can show off my knowledge of French. It is at times placid and then ferocious. The Oregon living here claim the river has fish in it, but none were in evidence.



Finally, Xena, the Warrior Princess, asked me to share her latest blog: Xena’s Silent Tribute
Took another trip through the Southwest, concentrating on southern Utah and northern New Mexico. I was again struck by the similarities between cruising on a sailboat and road tripping in a camper van. Both have moments of serene calm and awe inspiring scenery. And both require repairs of various components in remote locations.
Pretty scenery accompanied by the comforting tones of suitable tunes. Turn it up.
Xena, the Warrior Princess, loves to dig holes and she’s good at it. And not just for pooping! Sometimes she lays in them. Sometimes she digs for the sheer joy of it and wanders off.
More red rocks. Poor sound quality. Turn it down.





Great news! I had occasion to transit a desert settlement I call “Las Vegas.” While there, I visited New York, Paris and Rome…all within a couple of hours. No more multiple flights around the world, no more incurring carbon karma, not more tedium of airports. You can see the same boorish behavior, regrettable wardrobe choices and waddling midwesterners in Las Vegas as you could anywhere in the world.


