"A poem begins with delight and ends with wisdom." Robert Frost So we decided to slip away to a little train caboose on the edge of a snowy hill overlooking some splendid hot springs. It was clover's 31th Birthday and we wanted nothing more then to pull the plug on all of the goings on of the world while we slipped away for 3 days. Answering our call is a developed hot springs north of Steamboat Springs Colorado called Strawberry Hot Springs. Steamboat Springs used to be inhabited by the Yampatikas Utes until they were later forced to move to reservations over in Utah around 1879. Boggles the mind to imagine getting bounced out of a beautiful mountain valley with hot springs to a cold desolate reservation over in Utah. Some sins will take a long ... read more

"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you" (Christian Morganstern) Once again our room is filled with piles of boxes and sorted objects with the distinctions of 'going' or 'staying' as we prepare to leave shortly. The day is set or at least as much as we can possibly set where we'll jump back into our truck and began our hot spring journey back to Colorado. The bowl of fresh garden snow peas sitting besides my computer reminds me that time has been well spent back here in Oregon. In most cases it has been a rare treat to return to our home area where we were both raised. Albeit we've found we can't name a road for the life of us. Directions around these parts come from the memories where other folk ... read more

(Clover) Off the Plane from Amsterdam where everyone speaks English into Spain. Thank god for Scott's Spanish. His Spanish was actually really helpful in Italy as well. It was incredibly helpful. Rarely will you run into anyone that speaks English in Spain and the further off the track you go the harder it is to find that person. But that is why we travel :) The first hurdle was to find the a bus or a subway to Barcelona. One that actually went where we needed to go lol. We had an address and a phone number. Easy? Woo whee not always the case. We stumbled around the airport trying to make sense of signs and directions from the info desk that were in broken Spanish. Oh yah...broken Spanish. I only know a fractional amount of ... read more

(Clover) Arriving in Rome was the finale of a one taxi ride, ten hour night ferry, one flight, three metros and a minivan. To say the least we were exhausted when we arrived at our campground after dark to set up our tent. To top it off it was raining. Now there is a man in Italy who runs a check in counter that is on my "evil person" list for being the most unhelpful. It is concluded Scott has way more patience than me. Just so you know there aren't very many people on my "evil person" list. Lucky for us the rain wasn't very heavy and by morning it was gone. Blue skies. Which was very lucky for us. The crummy tent we got in Asia was exceedingly crummy. Every stitch was a tiny ... read more

(Scott) Another day another monumental snap undertaken. A snap is what Clover and I have taken to calling the dramatic changes one undergoes when you board a plane and in an undisclosed amount of time arrive in a totally new totally strange setting. Mind you, for us the "Snap" only occurs when we jump from one region to another, like say going from L.A. to Fiji, or Perth to Singapore, or in this case KL to Athens. One minute your ordering rice and noodles with little sardine fishies on the side for breakfast, the next your getting a gyros (pronounced more like EUROWS) with a thimble full of strong coffee. Still can't understand how to two gulps of coffee equates out to $2.00. Albeit it's nice and strong, but for two tiny sips they'd better be ... read more