You may have some bad memories of picnics from your childhood—sitting on a scratchy blanket on hard ground, perhaps on an ant hill, swatting insects and trying to balance a flimsy paper plate holding a dry ham sandwich, a scoop of dull macaroni salad—always with peas—and maybe some runny baked beans. And if you were at the beach, there was most likely a scattering of sand on everything.
Archives for September 2004
Mid-summer is the time that I force myself to get things ready for my fishing year. My fall seasons for salmon and rockfish are plenty busy, and I give my gear a heck of a workout that requires some pretty major maintenance.
Every two years, our family of seven has a reunion. This is the only time my two daughters and their families see each other. I see each of them two or three times a year. We take turns planning this event. All money we would normally spend on Christmas, anniversary, birthday gifts, and postage accumulates in a fund and pays for our lodging, food, and entertainment.
About the time the geese fly their “V” patterns over the cloud-shrouded Northwest, the species arvee snowbirdicus (a peculiar segment of homo sapiens) shows the classic signs of getting ready to migrate to its winter retreat. Highway maps come out of hiding; summer clothing is packed into RVs and sighs emanate from lips when local weather forecasters put falling temperatures on their TV graphics. The “QZ” call has begun.
It’s a magical place with a picturesque landscape of towering vermilion cliffs and fire-red buttes and mesas. In Sedona, Arizona, the red-rock mountains stand out against a blue sky as vivid as a cartoon, creating one of the most unforgettable sights that I’ve ever seen
Silver Palaces, a new book by writer-photographer Douglas Keister, tells the story of streamlined aluminum travel trailers of the type popularized by Airstream. But while everyone knows about Airstream, there is much more to the story than that company’s odyssey.