Category — Photos

Strong winds and a lot of dust as we drove west on Route 66 through Arizona towards Winona and Flagstaff this week.

View from Highway 66 westbound through Arizona

Makes me glad we’re not on a motorcycle this time. Or a horse.

The English may have the occasional yard-of-ale, but St. Paul has worked out the innovation of ale-the-occasional-yard. We saw these barflies pedaling their lagers on the street, and instantly thought of a couple of our shall-remain-nameless friends.

Mmmm . . . beer and exercise...

Apologies for the erroneous posts, those who received them. For those who didn’t–and by way of explanation–I modified some code in the back end of the blog, and our web host moved to a new update-engine, so I moved the blog into it. Somewhere along the line, it published a post that it shouldn’t have, and then republished a post from last year, allowing the Coburg Cow to escape again. Here’s an apology photo.

Some Elk on the Side (click for larger)

View from historic Route 66, westbound from Santa Rosa to Albuquerque

We have finally arrived in Albuquerque. We are here a few months and several thousand miles later than we expected—and we couldn’t be happier.

Details to follow. (As soon as we catch our breath!)

Map of where this picture was taken: Santa Rosa to Albuquerque

We have seen some beautiful plants on this trip, mostly trees and flowers that neither of us grew up around.

Can you help us identify them?

These vibrant red leaves belong to a some kind of plant that climbs up the trees.  When the leaves catch the sunlight their colour is amazing.

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“New Englanders are serious about the separation of church and state. That’s why they keep their churches in cages.”

—Neil,
pointing out the Main St church above
as part of his spontaneous Nashua, New Hampshire travelogue
August 16, 2008

Razor in Candy: when Halloween urban myths are commoditized

This vending machine in the hallway of the Red Roof Inn in Brattleboro, Vermont, seemed to embody the legends of Halloweens past.

After our two-part misadventures at our last stop (see: Knackered in Nashua, and Lathered in Nashua), we have landed happily in a nice(ish) hotel in Brattleboro, Vermont.

That is not to say that the universe has changed. We are still us. You could tell which room was ours, from all the way down the hall.

It’s the only one with that number sign on it.
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Crab trap full of crazy star fish, Captain Bill’s boat, off the coast of the Haida Gwaii

[If you think this is creepy, click on the picture for a larger version!]

Picture taken by my dad, Ron Evans, on Neil and Dad’s fishing trip, July 17, 2007

Sturbridge Massachusetts is the source for our first postcard to our nephews in our 48 States Postcard Project.

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