Over the past year I've come to sort of love a crappy, ugly rock in the Pacific. I've come in tune with the little rhythms of the island. I've come to appreciate the beauties that aren't so obvious.
Also, I got a chance to go to Desecheo Island in the Caribbean. That trip was a test of my mental and physical endurance. I'll never forget hiking back to camp in a torrential rain, with the wind blowing, walking along the top of a steep ridge with nothing but a quick and painful trip to the ocean awaiting me if I slipped. Only a few times in my life have I felt like such a badass.
Also, this job let me and Sandy move to Portland, which we both love. I was gonna post some pictures but just realized they aren't on this computer. So, instead as a late Fathers Day tribute I'll post a picture of me and my dad.
3 comments:
I feel ALOT better than what I look!!
Dad...
I want more!!! Wow, I enjoyed reading that. More diaries of your adventures please. :-)
P.S. I never realized just how much you look like "your dad" -- tee hee!
Luv,
Uncle Keith & Auntee Nat
I think dad needs some new sunscreen. He is getting a little too dark. It looks a little unhealthy.
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