Standing Into Danger

Friday, October 5, 2018

And on to Ittoqqortoormiit!

Have you ever surprised yourself with what you can do?
I've certainly surprised the heck out of me!

I retired on June 6, 2012, and I am 2,310 days into retirement.
I woke up exhausted that first day of retirement,
but I put one foot in front of the other and started walking
a few circles around the kitchen, dining room, and living room.

By Day 3, I was rested enough to tackle a walk along Piney Creek,
and I decided that I was going to walk from my home
in Aurora, Colorado to St. Anthony, Newfoundland.
I began adding up the miles I walked on trails near my home
and plotting them on a map from my front doorstep,
to the highway, and on to I-70 and Kansas.

I wasn't sure I could do it,
but I doggedly kept putting one foot in front of the other.

Overflow from Piney Creek

Open Space, Aurora, Colorado

May 20, 2017

Terry, my sisters Barb and Bertie, and I had visited St. Anthony
in mid-July the year before while chasing icebergs.

Located at the tip of the Great Northern Peninsula of Newfoundland,
St. Anthony's location and history had captured my imagination,
and I hoped its allure would inspire me when my feet dragged.

My Goal: The Finish Line in St. Anthony

Great Northern Peninsula, Newfoundland, Canada

July 15, 2011

It took me 1933 days to walk the 3423 miles (5509 kilometers)
from Aurora to St. Anthony,
an average of 1.7 miles/day (2.7 kilometers/day).

Ironically, on the day I "arrived," I was about as far away
as you can get from St. Anthony in Canada.
I was roaming around in Beacon Hill Park in Victoria, British Columbia.

Beacon Hill Park

Victoria, British Columbia, Canada

September 23, 2017

Location of Victoria and St. Anthony

Wikipedia

Equally ironic, I was behind in adding up my "walks"
and didn't know I had "arrived."
When I figured it out several days later, I asked myself "Now what?"

I had a vague idea of walking to Reykjavik, Iceland,
so I turned around and started "walking back" to St. Barbe, Newfoundland
where I could catch the ferry to Blanc-Sablon, Quebec
and start hoofing it for Red Bay and Labrador City.

I love Reykjavik, but somehow it didn't compel me the way St. Anthony had.
I needed another spot on the map to aim for.

One of Pat Hatt's posts in It's Rhyme Time came to my rescue.
It was a zany travel post that included Ittoqqortoormiit, Greenland,
and Ittoqqortoormiit, one of the most remote towns in Greenland, spoke to me.
I had my next "walking" goal.

Ittoqqortoormiit, Greenland

Wikimedia

So I've been walking, walking, walking
while traveling, traveling, traveling
and racking up the miles since September 23rd last year.

Last week, on September 25th, we flew over Greenland on a sunny morning.
I was beyond excited, to the point that Terry gave up
trying to shush me and pretended that he didn't know me
as I snapped the glaciers 40,000 feet below.

Glaciers Flowing to the Ocean

Norwegian Airlines

Southeastern Coast of Greenland

September 25, 2018

And then on the flight map I was following, up popped Ittoqqortoormiit!

Ittoqqortoormiit

Norwegian Airlines

Over the Labrador Sea

September 25, 2018

Of course it was too far away to see and on the other side of the plane,
but it became very, very real!

"Look, look, Terry! That's where I'm walking!"
I shook his arm as he tried to pretend he was asleep
and pumped my feet up and down on the floor:
"I'm walking there right now,
and when I get there, I'm going there for real!"

"We'll see," he said with surprising and sudden patience.
I'm so glad he gets me.

Our flight path took us over Hudson Strait and Resolution and Edgell islands;
also exciting, because I've walked almost to the end
of the Torngat Mountains at the northernmost tip of Labrador
between Ungava Bay and the Labrador Sea.

Over Resolution and Edgell Islands
(the northernmost tip of Labrador is to the left of the flight path)

Norwegian Airlines

Over the Western USA

September 25, 2018

Wikimedia

In the Vicinity of Resolution and Edgell Islands

Norwegian Airlines

Nunavut, Canada

September 25, 2018

After some sleep, I totaled up my walking miles.
On September 27, 2018, I had walked 1375 miles (2214 kilometers)
from St. Anthony in 369 days,
an average of 3.7 miles/day (5.9 kilometers/day).

Google Maps ~ 2018 (I hope!)

I don't know what surprised me more:
how far I'd come or how fast I'd walked.
I thought I'd be slowing down six years into retirement.
I'm walking faster!
Ittoqqortoormiit here I come!

Google Maps ~ 2018 (I hope!)

Taking a Cappuccino Break from Walking

Brighton, UK

September 24, 2018

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

IWSG: Wednesday, October 3, 2018 ~ It's All Good!

It's the first Wednesday of the month,
the day that members of the
Insecure Writer's Support Group
share their writing struggles
and writing successes
and offer their encouragement
and support to fellow writers.

To visit the IWSG website, click here.

To become a member of the IWSG, click here.

Our wonderful co-hosts who are volunteering today,
along with IWSG founder Alex Cavanaugh are:
Dolorah@Book Lover, Christopher D. Votey, Tanya Miranda, and Chemist Ken.

I hope you have a chance to visit today's hosts and thank them for co-hosting.
I'm sure they would appreciate a visit and an encouraging comment.

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Every month the IWSG poses a question
that members can answer with advice, insight,
a personal experience, or a story in their IWSG posts.

Or, the question can inspire members
if they aren't sure what to write about on IWSG Day.

Remember the question is optional.
This month's featured question is:

How do major life events affect your writing?
Has writing ever helped you through something?

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Last month I attempted to complete an IWSG post on my iPhone
on a train in Southern England and had a frustrating time of it.
I finally posted something after being locked out
of my Google account for several days.

This month it's all good!
I'm home.
I have my computer.
I have internet.
I don't need electrical adapters.

I didn't gain any weight as I traveled in England and Italy,
and I scrambled up any keep, tower, dome, or cliff I tackled.

Hanging on for Dear Life

Cupola, Brunelleschi's Dome
Cathedral of St. Mary of the Flower

Florence, Italy

September 21, 2018

Not for the Acrophobic

Looking Down at Giotto's Bell Tower
and the Cathedral of St. Mary of the Flower
from the Cupola of Brunelleschi's Dome

Florence, Italy

September 21, 2018

More Info: Florence Cathedral

Our home was fine when we returned,
except for a chirping smoke detector in the guest bedroom.

Terry caught a lousy cold on the flight home,
but he crawled under his own, welcome bedcovers and is on the mend.

As I said, it's all good.

Terry and I had lots of fun and many adventures in Europe,
but when Denver popped up on the cockpit view map
on our Norwegian Airline flight back,
we were grateful and excited at the prospect of home.

A Welcome Sight

Norwegian Airlines

Over the Western USA

September 25, 2018

Happy and Tired

Norwegian Airlines

North Atlantic

September 25, 2018

I'd like to report that I'm enthusiastically binging on writing,
but the truth is that I've been pushing through unpacking,
loads of laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning,
a crate of mail, statements in three currencies,
and taking care of the Not-So-Patient Grumpy Cat who shares my life.

Not-So-Patient Grumpy Cat

I have no clue where I originally found this meme.

It's all over the internet.

My goal is to be back on a writing schedule by Monday.
I managed to write at least 100 words in my journal most days of our trip,
and I have a visual journal of some 8,000 photographs.
Most of all, I have wonderful memories of the best time with Terry.
That is the most important thing of all.

Hiking at the Devil's Dyke

South Downs Way

near Brighton, UK

September 2, 2018

As for this month's IWSG question,
major life events always bring my writing to a complete stop.
Something major demands my full attention and participation.
It's afterwards that I turn to writing to understand
these experiences and the emotions they evoke.

Wishing everyone a great IWSG Day.
I look forward to visiting and reading your posts!
Happy writing in October!
It's all good!

The Breathtaking Seven Sisters

South Downs National Park

Between Seaford and Eastbourne, Southern England, UK

September 6, 2018

Link to My Website: Standing Into Danger

Sunday, September 9, 2018

IWSG: September 4, 2018 ~ Computerless and Lost!

Hello, Fellow IWSG Members!

I’m sorry this doesn’t look like a regular IWSG post.

I’m sitting in a train station in Brighton

on the south coast of England,

and trying to write a post with my iPhone.

I have no clue how to do internet links

so I can’t post links to our wonderful co-hosts.

Thanks to each of you for volunteering,

and thanks always to Alex Cavanaugh!

Now I’m on the train to London’s Victoria Station,

hoping my battery doesn’t drain.

I’m computerless and feel like I’m looking

at the Cyber World through the wrong end of a telescope.

I accidentally left my computer behind in

the security line at Halifax Stanfield International Airport on August 8th.

After a boomerang false start, FedEx delivered my computer safe and sound.

But then we left for the UK, and luggage was too heavy.

I’m still computerless ~ Argh!

My writing took a major hit in August and will suffer in September.

I had hit 100 days/100 of writing in a row.

Then right back to a Big Fat Zero I went.

So now I’m reduced to journaling only.

Wishing each of you a great month of writing.

I’ll be back in October with stories to tell.

Now I’ll see if I can add a photo.

I’ve done over 500 posts,

and I’ve never done one without a photo.

Now I’m in Haywards Heath ~ Don’t you just love the names of English communities?

Okay.

That didn’t work,

So I’ll quit while I’m behind.

No photo. 😂

I’ll visit around tonight, after London.

Sorry for any errors.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

IWSG: Wednesday, August 1, 2018 ~ Editor, Please!

It's the first Wednesday of the month:
the day when members of the
Insecure Writer's Support Group
share their writing struggles
and writing successes
and offer their encouragement
and support to fellow writers.

To visit the IWSG website, click here.

To become a member of the IWSG, click here.

Our wonderful co-hosts who are volunteering today,
along with IWSG founder Alex Cavanaugh are:
Erika Beebe, Sandra Hoover, Susan Gourley, and Lee Lowry.

I hope you have a chance to visit today's hosts and thank them for co-hosting.
I'm sure they would appreciate a visit and an encouraging comment.

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Every month the IWSG poses a question
that members can answer with advice, insight,
a personal experience, or a story in their IWSG posts.

Or, the question can inspire members
if they aren't sure what to write about on IWSG Day.

Remember the question is optional.
This month's featured question is:

What pitfalls would you warn other writers to avoid on their publication journey?

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Publishing my first book is my writing goal,
so I am looking forward to the advice of IWSG members on publishing pitfalls.

To me the process is filled with unknown hazards,
like crossing a newly crusted flow spewing lava to collect a sample.

A geologist uses a hammer and a bucket of water

to collect fresh lava for chemical analysis.

Kilauea, Hawaii.

Wikimedia

Once the path to publication seemed straightforward,
like scrambling over ancient flows,
uneven and rugged, but stable and solid.
Now the path seems shifting and uncertain
because of the explosion of publishing options.

In recent years I have read a variety of books
written by family members and friends,
from books published by mainstream publishers,
to self-published digital books on Amazon.
As I consider which path to take to publication,
I have studied these books to see what works and what doesn't.

The big difference I have observed between traditionally published books
and other forms of published books is the quality of the editing.
Often the traditionally published book is better.
A poorly edited book jars me.

I think a good editor can help an author improve his or her manuscript,
not just with the mechanics of spelling, grammar, and punctuation,
but also with the structure, focus, and clarity of the final draft.

Some alternately published books I have read are so disorganized
and full of mistakes that it makes it difficult to get through the book.
In these instances I have persisted only because of
a personal connection with the author.

I think that a poorly written book annoys readers
and discourages them from reading other books by the same author.

When it comes time to publish my manuscript,

I hope to have a traditional publisher;
but if I don't, I will certainly look for a good editor
before I choose an alternate path to publication.
I have been humbled enough by good editors to know I need one.

Just as I know there are many pitfalls in newly formed lava crusts,
I know I will encounter many pitfalls in publishing as I move forward.
I will be grateful for the advice of those who have traveled before me.

Ancient Lava Flows

North Mountain Basalt

Westport, Brier Island, Nova Scotia, Canada

July 20, 2018

I am still traveling, but I hope to visit around tomorrow.

Happy writing in August!

For map lovers like me:

Location of Brier Island

Westport, Brier Island, Nova Scotia, Canada

Google Maps 2018

Location of Brier Island

Westport, Brier Island, Nova Scotia, Canada

Google Maps 2018

Location of Nova Scotia

Wikimedia

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Eight Miles High ~ Again!

Yes, I'm eight miles high again!
Off into the wild blue yonder!

My access to the internet will be hit or miss.

Thus, I have to take a break from posting on my blog.

If I get on-line, I'll come visiting.

If I get an unexpected chunk of time, I might even post ~

But I can't make any promises.

Have a wonderful next few weeks!

I'll be back soon!

Friday, July 6, 2018

Lac Seul Sojourn: We're All Fine Here

How quickly the unexpected and unfamiliar can become normal.
Such was the case with my mother and we five children
at the Garrick family's log cabin at Two Point River on Lac Seul.

On Thursday, June 22, 1961
My mother wrote to her mother-in-law, Myrtle MacBeath:

We are all fine in Lac Seul. It is beautiful here,
and the children are having a marvelous time.
We find all kinds of turtles on the beach.

Adult Western Painted Turtle

Wikipedia

I want to thank you for the lovely sunsuit
you sent me for my birthday.

It fits me fine and is the only cool thing
I have to wear when it is hot.

My Mother (in her new sunsuit)
with Bertie (playing in the sand)
Somewhere on Lac Seul, Northwestern Ontario, Canada

The children all loved the pudding you sent them.
Donnie and Barbie took theirs to bed with them.

The Imaginary World (List of Ice Creams and Desserts)
The Imaginary World (Jello Box (Canada) w/ car coins - front)

I have two sauce pans of rhubarb cooking now that the children picked this morning.
Louise made a cake yesterday and iced it with icing sugar and fruit cocktail.

The boys, Fritz and John, are very good to us. They are 22 and 37.
They wired the house for us and brought me up an icebox and radio.

Mrs. Daley, the minister's wife,
has been very good to us.
She loaned me a lot of linen, a coffee pot,
the list is endless.

Mrs. Daley and Fritz Garrick
Two Point on Lac Seul, Northwestern Ontario, Canada
© M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
All Rights Reserved

Well, Sunday we went up to the reserve to church.
The Indians are much different here than in Lansdowne House.
They dress the same as we do.

There is a lot of intermarriage here. Fritz and John are half-breeds.
Their mother is Indian and doesn't speak any English.
(The boys just caught a trout bigger than Roberta).
She is a very nice person, though, and very fond of the children.

Donnie (7) with John (22) and the Big Trout

Outside the Fish House

Two Point, Lac Seul, Northwestern Ontario, Canada

June 1961

I must close now, for the boys are going to Hudson and will mail this.

With love,
Sara

Hudson, Municipality of Sioux Lookout

Wikimedia

I've never forgotten the generosity of the Garricks and the Daleys:
People who had so little, but who didn't hesitate to help
my mother and we five children abruptly dropped in their midst.

My mother managed quite well in Two Point after the initial shock of finding herself there.
We kids flourished in the warm and caring attention of the Garrick boys and Kokum.

Six o'clock often found several of us waiting on the dock
for Fritz and John's fishing boat to return,
as we anticipated an evening of croquet and stories with them
until our mother dragged us off to bed.

Many times I was lulled to sleep by the sound of Fritz, and sometimes John,
chatting with my mother at the kitchen table
over a last cup of coffee or two before calling it a night.

The Garrick's fish camp contained a number of grey-weathered outbuildings,
some of which we didn't enter.
One was a workshop that contained a generator which the Garricks used
to provide intermittent electricity for the workshop and their home.

When Fritz and John "wired" the log cabin for us,
they strung an electrical line across the field to our cabin from their home.

We never knew when we would have power,
but it was rarely for more than an hour or two at a time.
Whenever we did and Mom could catch us,
she would made us sit down on the floor in the front room
and listen to a classical music record on a record player
Dad had brought Mom when he came for a visit.

Fortunately, the radio ran on batteries,
and I listened to it every moment I could.
It brought us the news of the outside world;
but more importantly, it brought the Hit Parade.
Pat Boone's Moody River became the soundtrack for my Lac Seul sojourn.

MOODY RIVER ~ Pat Boone (1961)

You Tube ~ MrRJDB1969

Notes:

1. Adult Western Painted Turtle:
My mother was likely referring to the Western Painted Turtle. This turtle is found primarily in
Northwestern Ontario, in rivers, lakes, ponds, and marshes with muddy bottoms and basking sites.
borealforest

Female Western Painted Turtle

Wikipedia

2. Rhubarb:
Rhubarb is a herbaceous perennial that has been cultivated in many areas in Canada. It can run
wild like a weed. As a kid I often found it growing around abandoned homesteads in Nova Scotia.
We picked its reddish green stalks for free. My mother cooked them with sugar and water to make
stewed rhubarb for a dessert, sometimes serving it with whipped cream. I make a rhubarb and
strawberry crisp that Terry loves. It kills me to spend $3 to $4 for rhubarb that I used to pick
for free.

Rhubarb Stalks and Plants

Wikimedia

3. Pudding:
A gift of boxes of pudding from Nana was a big deal, because our family had few pennies to spare
for such luxuries at this time in our lives. The pudding she sent was Jell-o Instant Pudding which
required no cooking. She may also have sent a box or two of Royal Instant Pudding. This always
tickled we girls, because we delighted in tormenting our brother Roy by calling him "Royal
Instant Pudding." Although Roy enjoyed the pudding, he did not enjoy the teasing. Roy's actual
name is Royal, hence the niggling with "Royal Instant Pudding."

4. Hudson:
Hudson is an unincorporated community about 17 miles (26.8 kilometers) from Sioux Lookout.
Located on Lost Lake on the English River, it is included in the municipality of Sioux Lookout.
Historically Hudson has depended on its sawmill and tourism. The mill has repeatedly been
bought and sold, open and closed. The Garricks had a small home in Hudson. One day, when
I was twelve, I sold a lot of Girl Guide cookies in the Hudson sawmill. Wikipedia siouxlookout.ca

5. Reserve/Church:
The "reserve" refers to the Lac Seul First Nation's treaty lands given to them as a signatory to
the 1873 Treaty 3 between the Ojibwa First Nations and Queen Victoria. Wikipedia

"Church" was likely Saint Mary's Anglican Church. lacseul.firstnation
Mrs. Daley was probably the Anglican priest's wife.

6. Half-Breeds:
Today this term is derogatory. Fifty years ago, in Canada, it referred to someone who was of
mixed First Nations and European ancestry. Métis is the correct term, and Canada's Métis people
were recognized in the Constitution Act of 1982 as one of Canada's aboriginal people. Wikipedia
Thanks to Debra (She Who Seeks) for giving me helpful insight into the complicated legal
and colloquial Métis terminology (See her comment below). Fritz and John thought of themselves
as Métis, rather than Ojibwa; but, their roots are Anglo-Métis rather than the French Métis.

7. Fritz and John's Mother:
I only ever heard Fritz and John's mother referred to as "Kokum" which means "Grandmother"
in Ojibway. She understood English, but refused to speak it, and her sons understood Ojibway
but refused to speak it. Fritz told me toward the end of his life that his mother's grandfather
was a Scot with the last name of Wesley who was the manager of a Hudson's Bay post on James
Bay. I haven't been able to track down any information on him yet. Kokum was very kind to us.
She never allowed us to take her picture.

For Map Lovers Like Me:

Location of Lansdowne House, Nakina, and Sioux Lookout

Northern Ontario, Canada

Wikipedia

Lac Seul

Northern Canada

Google Maps Map Data 2018

Location of Hudson and Sioux Lookout

Northwestern Ontario, Canada

Google Maps Map Data 2018

Distance Between Hudson and Sioux Lookout

Northwestern Ontario, Canada

Google Maps 2018 Map Data 2018

The Métis Nation of Ontario and Its Nine Regions

Region 1 is the Northwest Métis Council and includes the Métis of Lac Seul.

metisnation.org

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

IWSG: Tuesday, July 3, 2018 ~ Writing Goals

It's the first Tuesday of the month,
and we're posting today
because tomorrow is July 4th.

Today, as always, members
of the Insecure Writer's Support Group
will share their writing struggles
and writing successes
and offer their encouragement
and support to fellow writers.
Next month we will be back to posting
on the first Wednesday of the month.

To visit the IWSG website, click here.

To become a member of the IWSG, click here.

Our wonderful co-hosts who are volunteering today,
along with IWSG founder Alex Cavanaugh are:
Nicki Elson, Juneta Key, Tamara Narayan, and Patricia Lynne.

I hope you have a chance to visit today's hosts and thank them for co-hosting.
I'm sure they would appreciate a visit and an encouraging comment.

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Every month the IWSG poses a question
that members can answer with advice, insight,
a personal experience, or a story in their IWSG posts.

Or, the question can inspire members
if they aren't sure what to write about on IWSG Day.

Remember the question is optional.
This month's featured question is:

What are your ultimate writing goals, and how have they changed over time (if at all)?

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Happy July 4th to all the American members of the IWSG.
My husband Terry and I are on the road today,
heading for the mountains to celebrate the holiday with family.

Throughout my life I have had an ultimate writing goal
of publishing a memoir about the time my family lived
among the Ojibwa in northern Ontario when I was a young girl.

Life interfered, and I was unable to pursue this goal until I retired.
Now I'm well underway with my memoir.

Red-Winged Blackbird on the Move

Along Piney Creek

Aurora, Colorado, USA

June 2018

I also have a novel set in Nova Scotia and Newfoundland in the works,
and I have been taking photographs for a children's nature book
about a stretch of Piney Creek near my home.

Snow in June

Female Cottonwoods Releasing Their Seeds

Along Piney Creek

Aurora, Colorado, USA

June 2018

Beyond that, I can't see.

Of necessity, this post is brief.
Wishing everyone a great IWSG Day.
I look forward to reading about everyone's writing goals!
Happy writing in July!

A Prairie Dog on Guard

Along Piney Creek

Aurora, Colorado, USA

June 2018

Hidden in Tall Grasses

Mule Deer Bucks with Velvet-Covered Antlers
Along Piney Creek

Aurora, Colorado, USA

June 2018

Books Read in 2025

'A City on Mars" by Kelly and Zach Weinersmith
"6:40 to Montreal" by Eva Jurczyk
"A Fall in Denver" by Sarah Andrews
"A Gambling Man" by David Baldacci
"American Wolf" by Nate Blakeslee
"Cane River" by Lalita Tademy
"Determination: A Mother of Five Conquers College" by Victoria Marie Lees
"Football for Dummies" by Howie Long with John Czarnecki
"Imagine Hatt Season 1" by Patrick Hatt
"Just One Look" by Harlan Coben
"Little Fires Everywhere" by Celeste Ng
"Meditations for Mortals" by Oliver Burkeman
"Mother Nature" by Sarah Andrews
"Never Too Late" by Danielle Steel
"Nothing to Fear: Demystifying Death to Live More Fully" by Julie McFadden, RN
"Philosophy Now: Digital Philosophy" Issue 168
"Philosophy Now: The Politics of Freedom" Issue 163
"Philosophy Now: The Thoughts on Thought Issue" Issue 164
"Project Hail Mary" by Andy Weir
"Shadow of the the Wind" by Carlo Ruiz Zafón
"Tensleep" by Sarah Andrews
"The Cove" by Patrick Hatt
"The Deadly Rise of Anti-Science: A Scientist's Warning" by Peter J. Hotez, MD, PhD
"The In-Between: Unforgettable Encounters During Life's Final Moments" by Hadley Vlahos, RN
"The Light Eaters" by Zoë Schlanger
"The Power of Touch: A Story of Redeeming Love" by Pat Garcia
"The Secret History" by Donna Tartt
"The Warlord" by Gena Showalter
"Think Twice" by Harlan Coben
"Unless" by Carol Shields
"We Who Wrestle with God" by Jordan B. Peterson
"What Matters Most: Lessons the Dying Teach Us About Living" by Diane Button
Imagine Hatt: Season One" by Patrick Hatt

Standing Into Danger

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Friday, October 5, 2018

And on to Ittoqqortoormiit!

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

IWSG: Wednesday, October 3, 2018 ~ It's All Good!

Sunday, September 9, 2018

IWSG: September 4, 2018 ~ Computerless and Lost!

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

IWSG: Wednesday, August 1, 2018 ~ Editor, Please!

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Eight Miles High ~ Again!

Friday, July 6, 2018

Lac Seul Sojourn: We're All Fine Here

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

IWSG: Tuesday, July 3, 2018 ~ Writing Goals

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