Hot and dusty with a dry drizzle.

At the Denio Junction Bar/Grill/Motel/Fuel Stop

Last month I embarked on a 9 day motorcycle adventure with 5 friends of mine.  We staged our vehicles in Denio Junction, Nevada and used it as a base camp of sorts.  We spent the next week or so riding through various types of terrain and found ourselves immersed in some amazing locations with expansive views.  It was a great learning experience and a fun trip.  I am looking forward to another ride like it.


Cheers!

The Traveling Pembo

On the southern coast of Vietnam

In one of my previous posts I mentioned that I had met a bunch of Aussies and Canadians who were flying Twin Otters for Maldivian Air Taxi, and one of the great guys I met was Steve Pembo.  (Check out some of his surf threads)  He recently took a photo of a beverage while relaxing on the southern coast of Vietnam.  I thought it was a cool shot and that it paralleles the type of images that I try to capture and post here... so I got his permission to use his picture and did just that.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.


Can ly!

Quick note:  I have flown over Vietnam many times, but have never been there.

A Welcome Diversion... Jersey Style.

They had a few nostalgic race cars in the beer garden

I flew out to Newark from Seattle on the last day of May to begin my June work schedule.  In their infinite wisdom, and complete lack of logic, the company that employs me decided to give me a day off on my first day of availability.  It appears they enjoy wasting their money and my time... but that's a subject best discussed elsewhere.

So... because I was free of any obligations, I was able to do basically whatever I wanted to.  The problem is there is not a lot to do in Newark, especially when you're stuck at the Crowne Plaza located in a "lovely" industrial area with very few places within walking distance.  So I basically was expecting a day filled with catching up on a few emails and watching a movie or two in the comforts of my 11th floor room overlooking the Newark airport.

Sometime around lunch I accidentally discovered (via Facebook) that the NHRA races were currently being held at the Old Bridge Township Raceway Park in Englishtown, NJ... just a short 35 or so miles away!  How fortuitous!  

I contacted my friend, Bob, the Team Manager for Team Wilkerson and told him of my situation.  He then graciously offered a VIP pass to attend the race!  This was getting better by the minute!

BTPRG & STP

I then took the shuttle over to the airport and picked a rental car agency at random.  The gal who helped me at Budget couldn't have been less interested in providing any customer service.  She provided information about the transaction only if I asked a direct question about it.  She kept checking her cell phone to see if someone had contacted her in the few seconds that had elapsed since the last time she checked it.  I don't expect to get special treatment but c'mon, it would've been more personal had I been dealing with a computer kiosk.

Once I was in the rented Nissan Altima and heading south on the New Jersey Turnpike, things were looking up... I could almost smell the nitromethane already!

16,000 horsepower getting ready to blast down the track.

Upon arriving to the track, I could hear the burnouts of the first Funny Cars getting ready to take their first shot at the 1000' distance.  I made it up to the fence in time to see the second pair of nitro burning monsters make their pass.  I watched the rest of the Funny Cars run and then while Top Fuel was taking their turn in qualifying, I made my way over to the beer garden.  I was able to see the rest of the dragsters make their passes with a very expensive Heineken in my hand.

After Q1 was over, I made my way over to the LRS pit area and met up with Bob to thank him for the VIP pass and to "shoot the breeze" for a bit.  Being the team manager and PR guy, he was pretty busy but he carved out a few minutes of his time to hang out and talk.  The LRS hospitality tent was a great place to relax between qualifying sessions, as I was able to munch on hot dogs and watch the guys on the team tear down the engine completely and rebuild it in about 45 minutes.

For Q2, I went back over to the beer garden but this time I noticed that there was an upper level where they had a live band playing.  I decided that this would be a perfect place to watch the cars run and enjoy a bit of live music at the same time.  I normally sit toward the starting line to watch the cars launch when the light turns green, but this location was at the finish line and it was very cool to watch the cars cross it at over 300 mph!  

The band was good... and because of this fact, and because I wanted to avoid the insane traffic jam that always ensues after the last round of qualifying, I decided to stay and watch them until they finished their set.  Once they were done I ambled back to the parking lot at a leisurely pace and my plan seemed to work as I looked at maybe a dozen cars left in the parking lot.  No traffic!

There was line dancing.

I enjoyed attending the historic raceway park and getting to ingest some tear-inducing nitro on what likely would've otherwise been a boring weekend.  It just goes to show that even when you think things look bleak (ie: stuck in Newark) that sometimes it can work out in your favor.   Go Wilk!

Closing time

Yo Vinny... Drink Up!

India... "I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore".

Enjoying a Tuborg by the pool in Mumbai

I've now been to 2 cities in India, Mumbai (formerly Bombay) and New Delhi.  If you've never been to India, there's no possible way for me to describe in words that could accurately convey the experience.  But I'll give it a shot.


The initial assault to the senses is the insanely filthy air quality.  There is so much pollution that as soon as we step off the airplane, I immediately feel congested and a little short of breath.  I believe that the poor air quality is a result of the continuous burning of firewood, animal waste and dead bodies.  I'm fairly sure I don't want to know what kind of health issues this may be causing me.


The next thing we have to deal with is the totally inefficient method of getting through customs and immigration.  They have so many people in this country that they will assign any mundane job they can to everyone in order to appear productive.  The opposite ends up being the result due to the "red tape" at each phase of the process.  In Mumbai they literally had someone assigned to take our paperwork from one podium to the next.  That's all they did... just carried our papers 100 feet to the next person with a rubber stamp.  In addition to the inefficient process, the actual procedures change every time you go there.  Once we had to surrender our passports and didn't get them back until we left.  The next time we kept our passports but were required to each pay a $40 fee for a "visa"... (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).    Funny how we never actually received a visa.  The next time we were allowed through with no surrendering of anything.  We did have to listen to one of the customs officers scold us, saying that we arrived too early and next time we'll have to wait for the shift change.  We had arrived at our scheduled time but that was apparently irrelevant.  


Once out of the airport and into the hotel car, the fun begins.  There are stripes painted on most of the roads just like in any civilized country but in India they are purely for decoration.  At any point in time during our ride to the hotel I could've reached out of the window and touched another vehicle.  A friend of mine described it best when he compared it to an ant colony.  The cars, motorcycles (usually with 3 or 4 people on them), and the Tuk Tuks all just cram together and somehow eventually get where they're going.  One thing you don't see is a vehicle that doesn't have some body damage somewhere on it.  It is definitely a sight to see.

Typical traffic

Once at the hotel, which is very nice, there is everything you need, for a price.  The food and drinks are very expensive except for the breakfast which is included, and very good.  If you decide to venture out from the hotel you need to be prepared for the stench of abject poverty.  The level of sanitation is horrific.  I personally had to sidestep a pile of human feces on the sidewalk and to see someone just stop and urinate on the sidewalk is very common.  Needless to say you don't want to trip and fall.

Visiting the market

The food is the next item.  I haven't had any issues to this point with getting sick from the food but I'm always pretty careful not to eat food from the street vendors.  I know of guys who have and do but I also know guys who have been pretty sick from eating there as well. 


In summation... I'm not a big fan of India.  I do realize that I've only been exposed to the "big city" and I could've just as easily been talking about New York or Chicago.  There may be some fantastic places to see in India and since I'll probably be back there regularly in the near future I may get a chance to see them.  Until that time, I'm going to continue to consider India as a place that if I never see again I wouldn't be too upset.

A Kingfisher at the mall in New Delhi

A la sature!

The Important Things in Life

Just before leaving for my last trip, I was asked by a good friend if I wanted to go out fishing on Alder Lake.  It was forecast to be a beautiful day and so I gladly agreed.


We spent the majority of the day telling stories and enjoying the sunshine.  We ended up not catching any fish but neither one of us really cared.

Cheers!

Kuwait a minute here!

A "Budweiser NA" at the "Ayam Zaman" restaurant in the hotel in Kuwait.

Recently I was presented with an "opportunity" to go to Kuwait.  Actually, it was more of a matter of being told I was going there to fly an airplane out of there the next day.  I decided to view this as a chance to see another new city I hadn't seen before instead of dreading the inevitable bureaucratic BS that is always associated with entering and leaving any city in the middle east.  So after parking our airplane in Bahrain, myself and the rest of our crew took a commercial flight to Kuwait City on a Gulf Air A320.  It was a fairly painless hour-long flight and before I knew it I was in yet another dirty city located somewhere in a desert.  


Once out of the airport, the fairly quick van ride to the hotel was good.  It gave me a chance to see some of the buildings of the city.  I must say that it was fairly a unimpressive experience.  At least with Bahrain, (and from what I've seen on TV), Dubai, there are quite a few buildings with very interesting architecture and are pleasing to the eye.  Now, maybe I just didn't get to where the cool stuff was but I found that Kuwait was very depressing.


The Crowne Plaza in Kuwait on the other hand, was fantastic.  It is most likely in my top 3 or so hotels I've ever stayed at in terms of pure opulence.  It is very nice to say the least.  During our brief stay, we met for dinner at one of the 4 or so restaurants in the hotel.  It featured very good food and had a pleasant environment.  We chose a spot in the "no-smoking" section which of course I found funny in that there were tables not 15 feet away with many people smoking mu'assel in the big ornate, hookah pipes.  I've always thought that having a no-smoking section in an open air restaurant is like having a "no-peeing" section in a swimming pool.  But I digress...

Taken in the main lobby at the Crowne Plaza.

During our meal, we decided that after our long day we should have a beer.  Of course being in Kuwait where alcohol is banned, we were left with only one "beer" option... Non-Alcoholic.  So we each got a "Budweiser- NA" and to a man decided that it was one of the worst tasting beverages we'd ever consumed.  In addition to the horrible taste, it was fairly expensive as well which made the experience just that much more like a jab in the gut with a stick.  


Overall, the experience is one I won't mark down as "great"... however, it was definitely interesting to see, feel and smell a country where the vast majority of Americans will never go.

Time warp at The Tav

Anyone who's ever been to "The Tav" will immediately recognize the carved brick wall and tables

I have been a student at 5 colleges in my life.  2 Community Colleges, 2 Universities and one Technical College.  One of the Universities I attended was Central Washington University.  I chose CWU because of their Bachelor's of Science in Aviation program and their relative close proximity to home.  I just got out of the Navy and was determined to become a professional pilot.  I ultimately left CWU and attended Emery Aviation College to complete my aviation degree but that's another story.


During my time @ CWU, I occasionally found myself down at "The Tav".  This was a popular hang out for the college students and was remembered mostly (by me anyway) for the large brick walls and wooden tables that are carved with hundreds of names. 


Recently my Dad, my brother (a CWU Alum) and I were driving back home from a motorcycle ride in eastern Washington and stopped in Ellensburg for a bite to eat.  We found ourselves at "The Tav" and my brother and I were a bit surprised to see it still around after all these years.  Many of the other establishments that we had frequented were no longer around, but "The Tav" remains.  


We had a good burger and a beer and headed home.  Not sure when the next time I'll be in Ellensburg will be but my guess is that The Tav will still be there.




Cheers!

Thailand

A cappuccino in Bangkok

A Pepsi in Phuket

During my time at Korean Air I traveled to Thailand a few times.  The two cities I visited were Bangkok and Phuket.  These were very different experiences.  While Bangkok was an interesting place to see, I find the crowded, dirty city not really that much to my liking.  The hotel we stayed at was one of the nicest hotels I've been in so the Bangkok experience was not all bad.


I enjoyed Phuket, however.  With it's beautiful beaches and laid back lifestyle, I took advantage of the relaxed environment it provided.


Fun Fact:  Both of the drink photos feature non-alcoholic beverages and the Pepsi in Phuket was one of the first 2 or 3 photos I took with this project in mind.

Surin Beach, Phuket

Choc-tee!

Welcome to East Germany

A very quaint little pub/restaurant called "Grober Gottlieb"

Located roughly 180km SW of Berlin is a town called Halle.  It is a very nice town where the University of Halle-Wittenberg is located.    There are many shops and restaurants within walking distance from our hotel, The Dormero.  One of the restaurants/pubs that I was introduced to is called Grober Gottlieb.  It's a nice, quiet place with good food and good German brews.  If you ever find yourself in Halle... I suggest you check it out.

Prost!

It's not just a job, it's an "AirVenture"

At "The Vintage Grill"

In the summer of 2010 I was fortunate enough to be able to fly out to Oshkosh, Wisconsin with a couple of friends and attend "The Worlds Greatest Aviation Celebration".  We flew a nice Cessna 210 (owned by a good friend of mine) from Seattle to Oshkosh in one day and set up tents under the wing of the airplane while parked in the “North 40”.  This was my first time at the Oshkosh air-show and I must say it was a great experience.

Mike, Roy and Myself beginning our journey

One of the best parts about attending the EAA sponsored event was that one of my long-time friends from high school (let's call him "Hal", since that's his name) works at EAA and was able to take a few minutes out of each of his very busy days to give us a bit of a “behind the scenes” look at Oshkosh.  He was a terrific tour guide and he provided information about many of the vintage airplanes that few people on the planet know.  When Hal wasn't available to show us around, his wife, Muffy was kind enough to take over the "tour guide" duties as best she could and it was nice to be able to visit with her while exploring everything that Oshkosh had to offer.

My good friend, Hal

As the week wound down, we decided to start heading back for home and so we loaded up the reliable, old Cessna and made our way westward.  Due to the winds and other weather encounters, we took 2 days to get home.  Our stopover point was Polson, Montana where we stayed with my cousin and his family.  It was a very nice visit.

This was an adventure that I’ll hopefully get to experience again in the near future.

Cheers!

Tiger Boys

Nothing like 12 year old Scotch in a plastic Solo cup just a couple hours before the "Star Party"

In September 2011 I had an opportunity to attend the annual "fly-in" put on by the "Tiger Boys" in Guelph, Ontario.  This event is a gathering of nearly 100 antique aircraft and the people who enjoy them.  I spent the day walking around the airport admiring and photographing some fantastic old airplanes.  There were airplane rides available for a nominal fee.  While I did not partake in the airplane rides, I did accept the invitation to stay until after dark and enjoy the "Star Party".  This was where our host, Glenn, gave the dozen or so people who were there a bit of an education on the star-filled, night sky.  The entire day and evening was a terrific experience where I met some friends for the first time in person and made some new ones as well.

A pair of Tiger Moths patiently waiting

Cheers, Eh!

YVR

The Flying Beaver Bar & Grill

Located on the north bank of the Fraser River is a bar & grill that is probably #1 on my list of favorite places to relax and have a beer.  The Flying Beaver is actually located in the "South Terminal" of the YVR Airport.  As you make your way into the always busy bar, you'll most likely pass a few airline passengers making their way either on or off a float plane going to and from the more remote locations in British Columbia.  

The 'Beaver' has a great selection of brews and excellent food.  The servers are all friendly and to top it all off, the Otters, Twin Otters, Beavers and who knows what else are departing and arriving right outside the window.  There's just something about floatplanes that just get to me.  I really need to take some time in the near future and obtain my float plane rating.  

Any time you find yourself in the Vancouver, BC area, I highly recommend making your way down to the water's edge and enjoy!

Cheers, Eh!

The loading dock in front of the Flying Beaver

It's not Pharaoh...

In my room at the Cairo Intercontinental

...that I didn't get to see the pyramids.


One of the trips I was on in the last couple years had me flying from Tashkent, Uzbekistan to Cairo, Egypt and back.  The layover we had was quite short and consequently there wasn't time to see any of the unique sights that Egypt has to offer, specifically the pyramids.  I did get a good view of the Nile river as we were on the arrival into the airport but aside from that, it was just a dirty, polluted city with armed men on most of the street corners.  I do think it'd be fun to explore some of the more interesting places of Egypt but having seen what little I did see, I'm not really going to be too heartbroken if I never return.  If I do find myself there again someday, I'll definitely make an effort to see the pyramids and the other touristy places that it has to offer.


Fe Sahetek!

The Vibration of Youth

The infamous "Vy Bar"

During my employment with Korean Air I was housed with 400+ other expat pilots at the Hyatt Hotel located at the Incheon Airport. It is a very nice hotel and as much time as I have spent in hotels around the world, I've seen some pretty good ones, and some awful ones too.


In the rear of the lobby at the Incheon Hyatt, there is a dark corner where if you're curious enough to venture back there, you'll find the entrance to the "Vy Bar".  This gathering place is very dungeon-like and is almost entirely empty every night.  Generally, the only few patrons of this establishment are the expat pilots whom live at the hotel, and even then it's typically only on what we like to call "Lady Night".  It's advertised as "Ladies Night" but considering that every time the only woman in the place is the bartender, it really is a misnomer.  


The expats would gather here every so often to commiserate and tell various stories/lies to each other... and one question had gone unanswered for a long time.  What the hell did the "Vy" stand for in the name of the bar?  As pilots we were taught since day 1 of ground school that "Vy" was the "best rate of climb" for a given airplane but that really couldn't be what they were referring to, right?  Well one evening, one of the guys asked a hotel employee about this and he told us that it stood for "the vibration of youth".  Um, excuse me?  What?  To this day I still don't fully understand what that means or how it has any real correlation to this dark and dingy hotel bar, but I guess I can just add it to the long list of things the Koreans did that baffled me.


Gun Bae!

Once In A Lifetime

Poolside at the resort

One of the more exotic and interesting locations I was able to visit not too long ago was the Maldives.  You may be silently asking yourself, “now, where in the hell are the Maldives?”… and you would not be alone.  I say that because that’s exactly what I said when I found out I was flying a trip there.  I had to rely on the good ‘ol internet to find out this information.  It turns out that the Maldives are a collection of roughly 1200 or so small islands located about 250 nautical miles west of Sri Lanka out in the Indian Ocean.  It holds the distinction of being the country with the lowest average elevation of something like 5 feet.  It is a concern to the people of this country that as ice caps melt and the ocean levels rise that they will eventually have an average elevation of zero… or less.  It’s enough of a concern that the people in charge of these sorts of things have made arrangements with neighboring India and have acquired some land as a place to relocate in the future.  I’m sure that’s going to go over well.

Let me first say that flying an aircraft carrying nearly 300 people and landing on a runway that occupies nearly one entire island is an interesting experience.  The runway was plenty long enough and plenty wide enough… it just seemed much smaller than it truly was.  The blue/green waters surrounding the airport island made it tough to concentrate on the task of actually flying the visual approach and landing because it was so beautiful to look at.

Once off the airplane, in order to get to the city of Male, (pretty much the only city in the Maldives), from the airport you had to get on a water taxi and ride it for about 20 minutes to the next island over.  The resort we stayed at happened to be on the same small island as the airport so I didn’t need to go to Male, but once I was settled into my room and put my tropical clothing on I hopped on a water taxi anyway just to go check it out.  It turned out to not be anything too special as far as cities go but I bought a couple trinkets anyway and headed back to the resort. 

During my 3 day layover I was able to visit one of the nearby island resorts.  The entire crew and I took a speedboat ride for about 45 minutes to get to the all-expenses paid resort.  I enjoyed great food and drinks with the crew and did a little snorkeling as well. 

Once back to “our” resort, I spent most of the time out at the pool.  I met up with a few of the pilots who fly the inter-island float planes at the resort and discovered that most of them were either from Canada or Australia.  They were quick with a story and were a blast to share a few drinks with. 

Overall, I really enjoyed the Maldives.  I’m not too sure I’d travel to the other side of the planet JUST to go there specifically in the future, since there are places much closer to home that offer the same basic experience… but if I happen to find myself there again for some reason I won’t complain one bit.


Tulleeho!

Still hanging by the pool

Making Do

At the "Epi-Center" in Klamath Falls, OR

Not always do I travel to exotic locales.  In fact, many of the photos I've taken were in locations that had little to offer in terms of entertainment or scenery.  Klamath Falls, Oregon is one of these places.  Oh, it has it's good attributes, especially if you like fishing and other outdoor activities.  I do enjoy those things but my visits to K-Falls have generally been too short to partake in them.  (There was a time when I spent many days each month in Klamath Falls when I worked at my first airline job... but that's another story.)  The backwoods, "Walmart" mentality of most of the residents of K-Falls just makes it hard for me to enjoy visiting there.  So when I found myself there a year ago on a short-ish layover, I walked from the hotel to the bowling alley next door.  It's your typical bowling alley and I enjoy rolling a few down the lane once in awhile.  On the evening of the above photo, my scores ranged from 107 to 186 over 6 games but the best part of the evening was getting this cool shot of the lane when they turned the lights down low and gave the pins a prominent, defiant glow.  Of course I knocked 'em all down shortly after this shot was taken.


Cheers!

A Little Help From My Friends

Jenn has the right idea

During my travels I occasionally will share my "liquid world" idea with the people I'm traveling with and I always get a genuinely positive response.  One of the Flight Attendants I flew with, named Jenn, who liked the idea started sending me photos of her own "liquid world" experiences and I must say that I really liked the one posted above.  I believe she said this was taken at one of the Seattle "Joey" locations.  

So, I guess this means that I'm open to not only sharing MY travels with you, but if you wish to send me a cool shot of one of your own, I might post it as well.  (send it to trailmoto@gmail.com).  I do ask, however to possibly include an interesting detail or story along with your photo so I can post something other than just a picture.

Cheers!

Look Ma, No Booze!

Discovery Kartika Resort, Bali

One of the concerns I had starting this project was that it may make me appear to be a raging alcoholic.  While definitions of the word "alcoholic" may vary, I'm certain that I'm not.  But to help illustrate that the point of this hobby of mine is not as much about the contents of my glass, but more about when, where and why the photos are taken, I submit the photo above.  Of course I have no way to prove this, but the glass in the photo above contained a lemon-lime soda of some sort.  It contained no mind-altering spirits of any kind.  The surrounding scenery, however, was mind-altering.  It was a very relaxing and stress-free place to just dip your toes in the water and think about the important things in life.  I spent quite a few 24 hour layovers in Bali at the Kartika Resort and I always left there in a better state of mind than when I arrived.


Pro!

My Inner "Red Neck"

Enjoying a Yuengling at Maple Grove

One of my interests include NHRA Professional Drag Racing.  As much as I'd love to actually race a nitro burning race car, I'll have to settle for watching them from the stands, unless something weird happens and I get an offer to drive one... not likely.  The above shot is from Maple Grove  Raceway in Mohnton, Pennsylvania, (near Reading).  The "DHL" funny car on the track heating up it's tires is one of the Kalitta Motorsports cars driven by Jeff Arend.  The owner of Kalitta Motorports, Conrad Kalitta is  also my boss at Kalitta Air so you know I typically am rooting for all the Kalitta cars to do well.  I do have a friend "in the racing biz" so I also like to cheer on their team as well.  He even has a well-established blog that you ought to check out if you're at all interested in the drag racing world, or just like to enjoy some good writing.

The beer selections at racetracks around the country are generally not very good, in my opinion, and you may have to take out a second mortgage to be able to afford said brews but that is just part of the track experience I guess.  Even being an on again, off again "beer snob" from the Pacific NW, I have to say that I do enjoy a Yuengling whenever I'm on the east coast and the Lager I sampled at Maple Grove did hit the spot.


Cheers!

Unintended Coolness

Old Town Sacramento, CA

Over the last two years of taking pictures of various drinks around the world, I have come to realize that the pictures that I enjoy the most either are from a special/unique location, or have an unintended subject in the background.  The photo above was taken during the spring of 2011 in a small comedy club/bar in Old Town Sacramento.  It's hard to tell from the picture but the room was actually brightly lit by a setting sun blazing through the big front windows of the establishment.  The camera on my phone apparently couldn't handle all the light and filtered out what it didn't like.  The product of this lighting was, in my opinion, pretty cool.  The funny thing about this picture though is that even after transferring it to my laptop and viewing it a few times, I didn't realize that my reflection in the large mirror behind the bar was visible.  For whatever reason I found this unintentional photo of myself to be a great shot.  Probably because it was just that, unintentional.  I'm pretty sure that it was at this point that I realized that these photos I've been taking aren't about the actual drink in the photo but more about what might be in the periphery.  I've tried to be more cognizant of the surroundings since that time and I think the shots have improved because of that.


I've also posted another shot from the same evening below that I also really like.  The frost on the glass created some cool shadows.


Cheers!

A Creative Outlet

The view from Dave's beer includes his beautiful wife, Mandy

Nearly 2 years ago I was inspired by a photograph taken by my friend, Dave.  (His photo is posted above and he posted it online with the caption "A View From My Beer")  I thought it was a cool idea and because I travel for a living I thought I could maybe I could take this artistic idea and use it to help document a lot of my travels around the world.  I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this new idea, specifically, but I decided to just take the pictures and figure it out later.  Initially I thought I might create a coffee table book or something like that but in today's world of e-books and blogs, I figured the only way to really share my experiences with my friends and family was to use an electronic format.  So here it is, "A Liquid World".


My intent is merely to allow you a quick peek into some of my travels using the "eyes" of my glass.  I hope to have a few interesting stories to accompany the photos that are posted.  Feel free to comment or ask questions about any or all of them.


Cheers!