From the open market in L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue

Amazon says: “Discover the world’s all-time bestseller in an entirely new light”.  The “Books you may like” section has “The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark”, by Carl Sagen, as its first suggestion.

A Cruise up the Inside Passage, 2011-07-06

July 2011 we took a family cruise through the Alaska Inside Passage.

Cruising the Inside Passage

The highlight of the trip was a visit to the Tracy Arm Fjord.

Up the Tracy Arm

It was early morning.  It was very still.

At the end of the fjord is the Sawyer Glacier.  The fjord was undoubtedly cut by that glacier and it’s vanished cousins.  The fjord is 600 feet deep below the glacier; you could think of this like floating 600 feet in the air through Yosemite Valley. This cliff would be much higher…

Here’s the Sawyer Glacier:

Sawyer Glacier

Though I didn’t get a picture, my most vivid memories are of flocks of large birds in the distance, flying over the water. Geese, pelicans, maybe, flying in silence.  This is wilderness — no roads filled with family vans looking for a campsite here.


Side Canyon
Another Side Canyon

The side canyons are beautiful and forbidding.  The area is part of the “Tracy Arm-Fords Terror Wilderness”, and according to the USDA, “…there are no established hiking trails or public recreation facilities…”  However, I’m sure that with sufficient determination and resources it would be possible to trek in some of these canyons.


Thinking about retirement while vacationing at Lake Como

Coping with Retirement

I went on Facebook today; saw many posts from Facebook friends related to my work life, and fell into a revery. There’s no way I would ever want to go back — the bite of being a person of leisure, world traveler, and  detached observer of humanity goes a bit too deep, and the freedom is glorious. But the pull of the world of work is still there, and it hurts a bit. Sitting at my balcony looking over Lake Como, hearing the Italian chatter outside, the call of ducks, the lapping waves, and thinking about — thinking about everything. There isn’t anything I would rather be doing at the moment, but a bit of sadness about things undone hangs over it.


Looking at Lake Como
From a restaurant in Varenna

Lake Como

Looking across Lake Como
Looking Across Lake Como