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Yosemite's Red-Headed Step Child.
I limped along a 3 mile semi-trail at the Boyce Thompson Arboretum with my folks.  Dad questioned, "did you really run from one side of the Grand Canyon to the other, in one day?" Mom chuckled at my pace, "are you really that sore?  Finally we are faster th...

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Running into and out of the grand canyon, twice.

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Rim2Rim2Rim
just keep running and running and running and running. ............ It never ceases to amaze how incredible our bodies and minds are.  The capacity for pushing physical and mental challenges is endless!!  For me, physical activity is a gateway for better un...

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Colorado Route, Fitz Roy, Argentina
East Face of Fitz Roy.   Max ogled over the Patagonia Guidebook photos and descriptions, for more than just the long plane ride south.  Truthfully, he had been dreaming the entire year, since his first trip.  Having familiarity with this mountain range boos...

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Ok....seriously. I am about to start some verbal diarrhea! :)

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Vacation to the Winds---last year :)  (photo Max Barlerin) As another year comes to an end, I reflect…with many distractions—-as I do.   I flip through my blog and realize I have started 5-6 writings but failed to finished any!!!  Probably due to a glass a ...

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Oh yea.  I don't think I shared this one.....

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India Part 2: New Terrain.
India: Part 2 Approaching the Mystery Wall The 3 ladies, nicknamed “Not ready to be Housewives” along with our new friends, finally arrived to our destination.   Five people, 12 packs, 2 crash pads, and 1 driver exploded out of the Toyota Hiace.   I wish th...

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Not Ready to be Housewives: Welcome to India
India.  I hated it upon first arrival.  Not because I actually had an educated peripheral experience.   I was a jet lagged unprepared American and it was 4 am.   I spoke no Indian.   I smelled of recycled air and privilege.   With a fax number for my hotel ...
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