While we’re out wandering through the Alps this summer we wanted you to be able to follow us, see where we are and what we’re up to. So, we created the “Where are They” doohickey! By clicking on “Where are They” on the bottom navigation for this page (yep, right down there) you can view a map that will show you where we are (amazing!). The map is updated when we use our GPS. Every time we use our GPS to find out where we are, you’ll know too. What’s even better is if we have our GPS running while we’re hiking or flying the map will update and you’ll be able to watch our progress in almost real-time. That way, when we get that epic XC flight you can watch it unfold! On top of that, you can send us messages right from “Where are They.” How awesome is that?!
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Uncategorized The Edge of the Earth
The second half of our Alor trip was an exploration of some of the traditional tribal villages in Alor’s interior. Alor is a odd shaped volcanic island with fantastic bays and lagoons backed by white and black sand beaches strewn with coral on the coast. Mountains rise precipitously immediately behind the coast line. In these mountains there remain a few traditional villages where the people live in thatch houses constructed as they have been for centuries.
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Uncategorized Alor!
Four days before we were supposed to fly to Flores, Sati mentioned the Alor Archipelago, a chain of islands in East Nusa Tengara, just north of West Timor. After reading what little was written about Alor in our guidebook, we spent the next few hours in a travel planning run-around like only Indonesia can conjure. The next day, we were on a propeller plane headed east.
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Uncategorized PCT 2005: Journal Part 3
Melody:
On day 38, we climbed under the dominating mass of Mount Lyell, over Donoghue Pass
and out of Yosemite. What a beautiful stretch we had covered in Yosemite!On the South side of Donoghue Pass, we saw a baby marmot. I’m pretty sure that baby
marmots are the cutest things in the world. OK, baby wombats are up there too. But
that little thing so pudgy and fuzzy, that I nearly passed out – or was it the
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Uncategorized PCT 2005: Journal Part 2
Melody:
I’ve finally realized that my experience out here rests on my attitude. Today, I
decided to tweak my daily expectations and to try to resist the pain of all this
pounding. I guess without realizing it, I had expected less work and more play. Each
day on the PCT presents more challenges that are impossible to predict. I can never
guess what will make us suffer on any given day … the sharp pointy rocks, the
unforgiving heat, the incessant flies? But then, I could never really foresee what
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Uncategorized PCT 2005: Journal Part 1
Melody:
Sitting here in the tent, bundled up in down and sil/nylon, the last few days seem a
blur of goodness. A great trip spent with my family back east and three more days
with Sati’s family in the Bay Area are still bringing up memories that make me
giggle out loud. And we’re both still glowing from our send-off at Mardi’s cozy, new
home. Good peeps saw us off and some guy with Goolie’s laugh crashed the party and
no one batted an eye.