Apr 6, 2016

A Little Bit French in the U.S.A.

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French Quarter - New Orleans

I've always wanted to go to New Orleans. It's probably obvious - I'm half French. I finally got the opportunity. Dori's cousin that she hadn't seen in 15 years was getting her PhD. The first one in her family. They also share a French Canadian grandmother. The graduation was in New Orleans. Viola! We made it happen.

I have to say New Orleans was nothing that I expected. At the same time, I didn't know what to expect really. I can't compare this place to anywhere I've been - especially the French quarter. It's truly a unique place in America. My favorite part was the iron balconies lined up parallel to each other. The pretty plants surrounding the balconies with the cafe chairs and tables setting up the French scene. I pictured myself sitting up in the balcony absorbing the realm.

A few obstacles are always in store when traveling. This is part of the fun, or is it? As a foodie, having a cold on this trip hurt my feelings. I couldn't taste! I was in New Orleans and I couldn't taste the food! It was also cloudy...except for one day. Last complaint, I just missed seeing a childhood friend because he was on his way to Puerto Rico. Despite that, the graduation went without a hitch. It was a fantastic trip with family.
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Dori and I - 2016


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Music filled the streets.


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This is where we missed my friend. We were at his historic house  in the french quarter.


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Felicitation Susan!

Feb 19, 2016

White Sands, New Mexico

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The largest gypsum dunes in the world. Reminds me of Saudi Arabia but this sand is much whiter.




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I think I took it too far!

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Feb 8, 2016

The Yearly Trek to Monument Valley

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I'm showing off!

Dori and I make an annual trek to Monument Valley. It's located on the Arizona/Utah state line near the Four Corners area. The valley lies within the range of the Navajo Nation Reservation and is accessible from U.S. Highway 163. My father also makes his yearly trek from Las Vegas through these lands to get to his childhood home - a small town an hour away from Monument Valley. When my dad starts the stretch from Kayenta, Arizona, to Blanding, Utah - he gets a smile on his face, and like clock work says, "I'm home".


For Dori and I, it's a magical place. A place to reset our biorhythms (Dori's sci-fi fantasies), our love for the outdoors, our love for the Native American culture, and our relationship. 

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This is a very happy rez dog! That's slang for dogs that live on the Navajo Nation Reservation. Usually free and disheveled. They are always happy to see you.   


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My native friend who is an avid mountain biker made me a faux feather to tie on my helmet. I love it!


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Dori is way over there!

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There she is!


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No filters needed in Monument Valley. The lighting is amazing! All these pictures were taken with a cell phone.


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Life is good.