A few years ago, I unearthed a travel journal from a month-long trip to Europe that I took in 2006. As I reviewed its pages, I was struck by just how many details of the trip I had completely forgotten. And if the memories of a once-in-a lifetime trip that was so impactful to me could fade away – how much of my day-to-day life is lost? Sensations, emotions, achievements, losses, experiences from the mundane to the exceptional, all transforming from that specific moment in time to become that day, that week, that year, that life…

As I get older and gain a better understanding of how fragile, how brief, and how precious life really is, it's become even more important to me to me experience it to its fullest and to try to retain all of those little moments that might otherwise get lost. It's with this idea that I started the process of recording these moments – a travel journal, of sorts.

A travel journal for life.

Monday, June 25, 2012


I’m happy to report that rowing is fun - all fun, no hurting.  We worked out the boat carrying thing; it turns out that lining up in order of height makes it all better and I can now carry the boat without crying. I’m so happy I don’t have to give up rowing because of bruised shoulders! 
Because, really…  It’s just so gorgeous out there on the water. 

Not my photo, but this is what it feels like.

1 comment:

  1. Kind of a shame they didn't teach you how to line up the first night, BEFORE you got all bruised!