Ever wonder what Eric does way down there? Hilda and I checked it out a couple of years ago when we joined one of his tours. We journeyed through the land of the Maya, from the southern mountains and deserts to the humid jungles of the Yucatan. Here is a slide show - the photos are ok, I apologize for the narration, the music is gorgeous. I think the main take-away is the contrast in wealth between our culture and that of indigenous Mexico, especially that of Chiapas. Gives me perspective when I slip into a hand-wringing mode watching our meager retirement fund becoming more so.

A winter's day at home in Cool during the week before Christmas, 2008. About five minutes.

A beautiful mid-Winters day brought four Windmills and at least three times that number of crew, hangers-on and groupies out into sunny Alameda for a delightful time of visiting and just "messing about with boats". The video is about three minutes long.

A 10-minute not all inclusive video trip to Denver, Colorado for Thanksgiving. See also the slideshow here

A Stroll Along the bottom of old Lake Bonneville

I was out before dawn this morning to walk the nature preserve outside Annie and Dan's back door. Later at the the Colorado History Museum came across this Navajo song.

In the general chaos of Grandma and Grandpa's visit to the Greenleafs in Denver this Tuesday, home to Jack the Yorkie and Diamond the Jack Russel, no one even noticed he was gone. Until I saw the big, hand-lettered sign as I was heading out on an errand. "LOST YORKIE, PURPLE COLLAR, BLUE COAT". I caught Annie on her cell as she and Hilda were headed to get their nails done. "OMG", says Annie, "That's Jack!". They did a "U", called the number, and learned neighbors a block away had found him exploring their garage.