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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Here is a link to my pal Keith's INCREDIBLE photos of our kayaking excursion in the Potomac! We watched the (most amazing ever) fireworks while sitting in kayaks super close to the Lincoln Memorial. Patriotism at its finest :).
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Last weekend, Sherpa Tim (of Great Falls hike fame) and I headed out to Shenandoah National Park super early for a hike! It was seriously the best weather for hiking. Breezy, sunny, but cool under the shade of the trees. Downhill the first couple of miles, we arrived at the what's-supposed-to-be-a-waterfall-but-is-now-a-water-fountain. The views were still SO nice, so we stopped for a brunch/lunch and watched the swarms of people who stopped at the lookout. Boy scouts, moody teenage daughters, rugged dads with tiny kids trying to rappel down the cliff. Here are a few photos from the trip!
Used my telephoto lens (love it! Need to practice with it!) to zoom in on a buzzard perched far away. Telephoto. It's like binocular lite.
This is a big rock.
It was pretty hazy on the ride back, but here's a fun pic from a lookout point
Great hike. Stopped at a mexican food restaurant in Front Royal (that I can't tell you about because then it will become famous for having the most legit mexican food I've had in the area and then the prices will go up and the high falutin' city folk will come in. All I will say is there is a great mexican food restaurant in Front Royal). We watched the first half of the USA vs. Ghana soccer game (in Spanish. It was awesome) and then headed back into the frenzied DC metro area.
You know when you hear a lovely quote that just grips you? I did, and just found out (thanks Mom) that it's the last two lines of an even lovelier poem. Read on.
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?