A curmudgeon's journal of traipsing about in the Pacific Northwest.

Our journeys generally begin with thoughts of who, how and where. Followed eventually by sweat, bug repellent, sun screen and perhaps a couple of blisters. We experience the joys of the visuals, sounds and smells along with the drama of the unexpected. Our journeys don't really end until they are no longer remembered.

Everything is changing;
Everything is flowing;
What we were or we are,
Tomorrow we shall not be.

      ~Ovid, Metamorphoses