Posts from the ‘Travel’ Category
It’s been an eventful month since returning from Switzerland. After a road trip to LA to stay with friends for a week and building a website for Tracey, I then flew to NY to go canoeing for a few days in the Adirondack’s, before returning to the Pacific Northwest in time to start a new job and move into my new place in Portland. Most of the boxes are unpacked and I’m starting to feel right at home. Here’s a few recent pictures, and I hope to post a short movie from the canoe trip in the next few days.
While visiting friends in Los Angeles this past week, I took some pictures and built a new website for Tracey Pepper and her successful media training business. She works with lots of big rock stars, writing press releases, bios and coaching them on how to project their best, true selves to the media. We staged a little photo shoot with her and Matt Barber, now a very successful “rock star” editor in his own right. Here’s a few of those pics, and one of BJ Barber (Matt’s better half). Wes and I had a great time.
After a long work week in San Antonio and 27 hours travel back to Lausanne Friday night, I hopped a train Saturday morning to the land of gondolas, striped shirts, pasta, and lots of old stuff. Despite many travels, I had never been to Italy before. With my move fast approaching, I figured this may be my last best opportunity, even if just for a couple days.
I didn’t have a map and had no prior plans for where to sleep. I figured I’d just walk around for a day or two and see what happened. Some might call it lost. I call it a ‘controlled’ lost. It’s an island, how lost could I get? Eventually, with little effort or consternation, I wandered into a small back alley hotel that seemed the right balance of adequate and affordable.
Given the timing of my visit and oddly short walkthrough, there was much I didn’t do or appreciate more. It was also uncomfortably hot, with far too many tourists and seemingly nowhere to escape. All rather large pet peeves of mine.
That said, having the opportunity to see first hand the scenery and icons I had only previously seen in the movies, was certainly interesting and well worth the minimal effort. I was fascinated by and often contemplated how this city was built. It was fun getting lost in the maze for awhile.
On Sunday evening, I arrived early enough to claim a good seat in the center of a piazza to watch a big Euro Cup match with hundreds of passionate Italians. England vs. Italy. Rooney vs. Pirlo. Good vs. Evil (figuratively speaking, of course).
Watch the above video and you will see how happy everyone else was with the result. Even so, it was a great little weekend adventure.
Banz talked me into going rock climbing yesterday, which I assumed meant it would not be a leisurely trail with alphorns and hot chocolate. I’m afraid of heights and have never actually been rock climbing with all the gear, but figured it would be okay… until I saw the mountain (pictured above). “Hopefully this is not a stupid idea,” I thought to myself. Even so, being rather stubborn and competitive, I didn’t want to back out without giving it a try.
For all you extreme athletes out there who might have thought, “Wow, cool! Climb a big rock, get a pretty view!”, well, you guys suck! This climb sucked! It humbled me terribly, and was in stark contrast to the confidence I felt with the success of last week.
The whole day had very little redeeming value. Even the otherwise attractive snacks of Swiss cheeses and breads were eaten whilst perched precariously off a shear cliff. Though I do appreciate the adventure of it and I’m not opposed to doing stupid things sometimes, this was really a big ask of me. It is no exaggeration to say that I was often flopping around like a beached whale afraid of the water.
After 9 hours of climbing and dying a horrible grizzly death about 37 times in my mind, I’m still alive.
Finally, I was back down and sitting comfortably in an alpine restaurant having the best bowl of tomato soup ever. There was polka music playing in the background, which always makes me happy.
Though I’m glad I went and challenged my comfort zones, I would rather have a camera in a war zone any day. Or better yet, take a bike ride to the pool.
Some quick snaps of my first few days settling in here in Lausanne, Switzerland. It’s very beautiful on Lake Geneva, with the Alps in the background, and with the labyrinth of cobbled streets throughout the city. It’s also very hilly and very expensive. I have a small apartment just a few minutes from town with a nice view of the lake, and I can either walk, take the bus, or ride my bike to work. I’ll share some more thoughts and photos soon. I’m getting ready to travel to Munich and Budapest over the next 4-5 days.
Just back from 10 days off the grid, hiking alone from the Glacier Peak Wilderness to Snoqualmie Pass. The first three days was spent very much alone, on a trail that hadn’t been maintained or visited in months. Then on the forth day I hit the Pacific Crest Trail and headed south. Within a couple hours I crossed paths with several through hikers heading north, a week from completing what would have been a four month trek from Mexico to British Columbia. Pretty impressive, that. And though I spent considerable time that day contemplating a similar trip, I was none the less quite content with the peaceful lake I had come to for the evening.
While I have done several other backpacking trips in recent years, none of them kept me off the phone, internet and various other digital trappings quite this long. A strange, but no doubt very healthy thing to do more often.