Portland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-)

Two days ago me and Chris took the plane to Portland, Oregon and Jane went to Ashville, North Carolina. During the 4 1/2 hour flight, the in-flight shop­ping magazine made up for the poor enter­tain­ment. It had everything from fake plastic rocks to mas­sage chairs and towel warmers!

this is the plane that we went on to Portland

Portland is great and has way bet­ter food than Michegan.  The next day we went up a very steep moun­tain to see a huge water­fall it is the second highest in the world! Then we went to a trout hatch­ery and saw some huge white stur­geons. After that we went to a dam and saw the trout (and lampray) lad­der. There is and a little office, with a win­dow next to the trout lad­der, with someone in it count­ing all the fish that go past.


Two hours in Atlanta Georgia

My flight onto Asheville, North Carolina is delayed because the crew hasn’t arrived yet, and then a big thun­der storm hit, and light­en­ing strikes inside the air­port com­pound means that no planes are mov­ing for a while. A good while.

I’m sit­ting here enjoy­ing hear­ing the sweet drawl of the Southern accents and see­ing Black faces again.  Laura tells me that there are still big divi­sions between the African American and white com­munties in Asheville, and that she is enga­ging with the African American com­munity through poetry.

Atlanta air­port is huge.  Detroit air­port was humung­ous.  At each air­port there’s a slick, mod­ern, bur­row­ing indoor train to take you to your gate. Edinburgh air­port is a small rodent to these dinosuars. Everything here is huge.  Big cars, big roads, big fridges, big bel­lies.  The high aver­age car­bon foot­print of the aver­age American is so alarm­ingly visible.

Delta is the Greyhound of the skies, the Ryan air of the States.  Most flights are overbooked.

On land­ing at Detroit we are told that small hand-held elec­trical gad­gets can be used again, and fin­gers are out tap­ping cell phones, smart phones, ipods and the like before we even get to the gate.

All of us fly­ing with so many per­sonal pos­ses­sions. How would it be if we trav­elled with little but the clothes we stood up in and a full wel­com­ing heart? No gad­gets, no char­gers, no wheel-pulled cases.  Just a note­book and a pen and my glasses to read.

Give me a red cres­ted Sandhill Crane to ride.  No air con­di­tioned cabin, Coca Cola vend­ing, inter­com announce­ments and flat screen news.  With a ka-r-ouk, ka-r-ouk we’d be off tak­ing a non-prescribed line safely below the clouds, powered by a gen­er­ous cubit of feathered grace and with the sum­mer air on our legs.

a few random things that you should definitely NOT take on a journey like the one we’re going on! (phew, long title)

  1. rab­bit*
  2. cartie**
  3. non col­lapsible pad­dling pool
  4. sofa***
  5. com­puter****
  6. a tree******

*unless you’re trav­el­ling to get to a fam­ous greek vet or pet shop

**cartie — home made go cart

***so you can have a sit down whenever you want

****we’re not tak­ing any sort of com­puter***** if you do take a laptop not a old desktop com­puter with a huge monitor

*****don’t worry we’re going to write on the blog in inter­net cafes

******we’re not fly­ing and we’ve already planted about 200 trees so we don’t have to plant any more

How it started

Amy at the Mermaid's Pool, Isle of MuckFor the past few years we’ve had our sum­mer hol­i­days on the idyllic Isle of Muck in the Small Isles off the west of Scotland (map).

The sea may look like the Mediterranean but, believe me, it’s much more bra­cing. With our dear friends Kerry and Athena (and our other dear friends Chris, Angeni,  Michele, Emma, Yoni and Daniel — but they don’t come into this story so much)  we ren­ted a lovely cot­tage just 20m from the white sands of Gallanach Bay and a great time was had by all with lots of swim­ming and walk­ing, find­ing of shells and milk­ing of cows, eat­ing cakes in the tea shop and fall­ing in bogs. Continue read­ing