Some of you may be interested to hear that despite a lack of updates, this is not in fact due to shame. I still have yet to sleep under anything too modern! So far, I've slept under canoes, trees, on desert sand, floating docks, and hopefully, if I can rig it properly, in trees.
We spent a number of days in the Pasco-Richland area and have just moved out today. It's good, we were starting to sort to stagnate without a good long paddle to work off the extra energy we now have. In fact, we began the "feats of strength" you might see pictures of.
On an unrelated note, the fourth of July is something spectacular here in the States. The entire skyline was just covered in explosions for hours and hours (well after I went to bed) There was no organization, just glorious sound and lights. Amazing.
I've spoken with a man who used to catch 16ft long sturgeon, using a rock and some rotten lamprey on a hook, I've climbed desert hills, non-desert mountains, swam in freezing, freezing cold glacial lakes, sung at midnight in abandoned hundred-year old missions, wandered through petrified forests and visited faux-bavarian villages. It's wonderful. But I miss home. I can't wait to get back. I still have yet to locate the domain of the fur trode though. They're sneaky.
We've finally reached an area where off in the distance we can see snow-capped mountains again, I think it signifies that soon we're to pass out of the desert, through the gap into coastal rainforestland. It'll be nice to leave the desert, though the irrigation here is absolutely astounding. Devastating volumes of water being pumped to turn desert soil into practically any biome you can think of, predominantly fruit orchards and vinyards. I may yet find a job here picking cherries on a day off, it's sort of a dream of mine.
Anyhow, Happy Birthday Amanda, and I hope to s
We spent a number of days in the Pasco-Richland area and have just moved out today. It's good, we were starting to sort to stagnate without a good long paddle to work off the extra energy we now have. In fact, we began the "feats of strength" you might see pictures of.
On an unrelated note, the fourth of July is something spectacular here in the States. The entire skyline was just covered in explosions for hours and hours (well after I went to bed) There was no organization, just glorious sound and lights. Amazing.
I've spoken with a man who used to catch 16ft long sturgeon, using a rock and some rotten lamprey on a hook, I've climbed desert hills, non-desert mountains, swam in freezing, freezing cold glacial lakes, sung at midnight in abandoned hundred-year old missions, wandered through petrified forests and visited faux-bavarian villages. It's wonderful. But I miss home. I can't wait to get back. I still have yet to locate the domain of the fur trode though. They're sneaky.
We've finally reached an area where off in the distance we can see snow-capped mountains again, I think it signifies that soon we're to pass out of the desert, through the gap into coastal rainforestland. It'll be nice to leave the desert, though the irrigation here is absolutely astounding. Devastating volumes of water being pumped to turn desert soil into practically any biome you can think of, predominantly fruit orchards and vinyards. I may yet find a job here picking cherries on a day off, it's sort of a dream of mine.
Anyhow, Happy Birthday Amanda, and I hope to s
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