This not the first park I’ve had to access by ferry – that would be Isle Royale – but it is the first airport I’ve flown into – St Thomas – that had a greeter handing out rum shots – I declined.
The two islands are in easy sight of one another and twenty minutes on the ferry makes the connection. Of you come here though allow a couple of hours total. You’ll figure out why.
Pretty good first day. I hiked the Caneel Hill and Lind Point trails which combined create a loop from and back to the NPS Visitors Center. The 1100 ft of elevation was not a problem but these are the rockiest trails I’ve yet come upon in my tour. Real ankle twisting stuff. You’ve been warned.
I learned my third trip lesson today: rain gear in the tropics does my keep you dry. It just shelters your ramped up sweat glands. So, forego it; take the drenching. You’ll smell better and be a damned site cooler. (This does not apply to your camera which should be protected at any cost.
The trail was not memorable and I’m guessing that will be a continuing theme. Running around the hills here is not the draw. The beaches are. And they’re gorgeous. To have something like this contained inside a National Park is truly spectacular. They’re on my list for the morrow. Until then.
I love my life in Los Angeles not least because of the excellent, civilized weather. But it’s hard to overlook the lack of rain. Months go by with nary a drop to be seen.
This goes back a few months but a number of things have transpired to bring it to the fore.
A bird’s eye view of the Bright Angel Trail, Grand Canyon National Park, AZ, USA
They’re grown now. Gone their separate ways. Pursuing their lives in accord with the values and visions they developed over the years. Their paths cross from time to time. Holidays. Weddings. And at some point births – and funerals.
Charles and AnnaSummer Circa 1989
I had no idea the day made this photograph where it might go. What it might ultimately mean to me. How incredibly precious a piece of history it would come to represent. The truth is were it not for this photograph I would probably have no memory of the events of that day at all. As it is I can only vaguely recall our activities: Visiting the Tidal Pool at the Jefferson Memorial just off the National Mall in Washington, DC. A spring day and from the looks of it shortly after the cherry blossoms had disappeared. I always enjoyed making photographs of the kids. Most parents do.
It’s more difficult now. These days more often than not we’re simply sharing our lives through photographs we post to various social media sites or swap by text and email. Charles, entertaining us with images from his latest trek with Green Tortoise and Anna most recently with the daily growth spurts of Ben the Mutt who joined her and Massie in Austin a few weeks back. We’re now observers of one another’s lives rather than daily participants.
It takes a while to adjust to that. Sometimes I wish we lived in a smaller country.
Eastern Sierra – 2013
Reston – 2011