Years ago when I was decidedly not settled down, and always flitting off to climb, bike, go to sea, etc..., and a big life changing endeavor, I referred to that period when events begin to speed up, and the rate of change in ones life increases... as the edge of the funnel. I imagine these changes as a whirlpool or funnel that if you set foot on ( Read more... )

The house has sold! And at a good price.

I've got the Chicken Pox! No I never got it as a kid.

And things are now going to get very interesting! The master plan is moving forward. Huge garage sale this Memorial Day weekend.

More details to follow....STOP.

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We slowed a bit. A couple of men under the tree raised their hand in greeting. It started to sprinkle again and Joseph started the wipers on low. Up and over two hills the road carried on more or less straight. At the top of the last hill - a couple of mud huts and a shamba. This I would later learn to be the home of one of the rangers at ( Read more... )

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Joseph was a short, powerfully built man with a broad kind face, graying at the temples. He jumped out and grabbed my pack. While he loaded it into the back of the Suzuki, Pontius explained that we needed to drive to the market and get some food and supplies before returning to the park ( Read more... )

Five hours later the matatu van drove up the long red dirt main street of Masindi. To my left one story plastered brick buildings with rusty corrugated iron roofs. Colorful hand-painted signs hang over doorways, advertising dhuak’s (shops), dawa (medicine), tailor shops, and barbers. To the right a large grass football field and tall broadleaf ( Read more... )

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Before the journey there was the dream ( Read more... )