A relentless icy wind swept in from San Francisco Bay, blowing away the fog to reveal the 19th century three-masted schooner C.A. Thayer anchored offshore. Farther out, Alcatraz Island was circled by seagulls and besieged by an armada of tour boats plowing through the chop.
When I was a little girl, my grandparents gifted me with a beautiful set of Beatrix Potter books for Christmas one year. I could barely wait for everyone to finish unwrapping presents so that I could sneak off to my room with my treasure. The first Potter story I read on that long ago Christmas Day was "The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher," about a determined frog whose fishing trip turned out to be not quite what he expected.
I based my riding route on a pair of roads that bisect the Chianti region, following the recommendations of motorcycling friends. Both were said to offer the best in curving climbs, bella vistas and access to attractive hill towns.
A word, please, about Italian drivers. They were weaned on Ferraris, Alfa Romeos and Lamborghinis. They are expert operators, generally, who seem to think every trip to the supermarket is a Formula One event.
Our captain, the avuncular "Marvelous" Marvin Mullings, pilots our boat, the Always Something, away from a squall and toward a quiet beach - quiet, that is until all the other boat captains of Providenciales, the most-visited of the Turks and Caicos Islands, reach the same conclusion and join us, forming a moored flotilla. Marvin is one-part seaman, one-part showman; he encourages us to attend to his safety instructions while gently inebriating us on rum punch. We then snorkel above a school of small, blue and utterly complacent fish, next climb back onboard for our next destination, Half Moon Beach.
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Staring at the horizon, I might have been looking at a vast canvas where the technique of chiaroscuro, the interplay of light and dark, was used to create a specific mood. One minute sunshine dappled the landscape; the next misty rain enveloped it.
Edison nestles into the watery-green Skagit County farmlands like a lazy bend in the slough. At 11 a.m. on a Friday, you could be the only person walking around the old-fashioned storefronts and tangled, art-filled gardens. But foodie journals and lifestyle blogs have been discovering Edison for years now: a tiny hamlet (it’s not officially a town) filled with more artists, artisans and chefs than you’d think possible, yet still keeping its offbeat, dusty-saddle charm.
Wearing a woven cedar headband that distinguished her from the other boots-and-backpack-clad hikers, Candace Campo guided a walk in Stanley Park in Vancouver, British Columbia, last fall, pointing out path-side huckleberries and blackberries. She stripped a soft piece of bark from a fraying cedar trunk to demonstrate how it can be used as fiber for clothing, and detailed how to extract vitamin C from western hemlock needles by steeping them in boiling water.
The dhow slowly makes its way south down Lake Tanganyika, the Mahale Mountains in the background. The captain keeps the boat moving extra slow, and his crew hands me sodas to combat my motion sickness. We are halfway through an adventure trip trough Tanzania — and I am focusing on the horizon to squelch the queasiness.
The Cessna Grand Caravan circled the dirt landing strip as I peeked out the window. Giraffes bound across the arid ground below. A herd of elephants picked up their pace as we came closer. As the bush plane touched down, it finally sank in — I was in East Africa.
Catching and stopping animal poaching is a top priority and passion project for Tom Lithgow and his partners at Bathawk Recon Limited. Based in Arusha, Tanzania, the partners saw a need for unmanned aerial vehicle surveillance that could get into Tanzania parks and stop ongoing illegal activities.
Christopher Cline, 26, of Tacoma, said his collection of about 1,500 video games and movie memorabilia were stolen from a storage locker he rented. “I can’t believe this,” Cline said, “my life’s work of collecting stuff is gone.”
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