Position: UPWARD DOG Despite what the folks at NASA might tell you, failure is an option. Otherwise, why would experimental aircraft have ejector seats? Or why would prototype rockets have a self-destruct mechanism to initiate a RUD (Rapid Unscheduled Disassembly)? …
Position: 35°11’09.2″N 106°28’52.5″W Around 10PM I take Bodhi for his late night walk. Turning left out of the front door we head down the steep drive and turn right. No matter when the sun sets, at this altitude darkness falls …
Position: 34°35’42.9″N 106°17’45.4″W Nomads come in all shapes and sizes. Take us for instance. A mere foot of height between Carol and me makes the difference between seeing over the dodger or having to stand on Aleta’s cockpit seats. It …
Position: 35°10’37.9″N 106°27’59.9″W Besides a penguin and a current, Alexander von Humboldt gave the world the Naturgemälde, a theory of ecology based on altitudes. Over five years, Humboldt and his buddy Aimé Bonpland explored and measured every square centimetre of …
Position: HANGING ON THE TELEPHONE I’m going to tell you a story about the most brilliant April Fool’s prank I ever played. I promise it’s a good one. Especially if you grew up in a household with a telephone wired …
Position: 39°13’00.9″N 76°31’40.1″W A bit of maritime history was made this week when the appropriately named bulk cargo carrier MV Dali crashed surreally into the Francis Scott Key bridge just outside Baltimore Harbour. Unless you were living under a rock, …
Position: 39°12’09.3″N 76°40’59.4″W Travelling for business ain’t what it used to be. At least not when you’re working for yourself and every penny spent on airfares and car rentals is one less penny in the sailing fund. Even in America …
Position: 54°26’33.6″N 1°40’11.3″W Talking with strangers isn’t something that came to me naturally. As an awkward teenage boy with eczema and a 1970s-style dysfunctional home life (see Ang Lee’s The Ice Storm), I graduated high school with what seemed like …
Position: 39°18’10.3″N 77°01’10.6″W “On the road of life there are passengers and there are drivers. Drivers wanted” That slogan is from 1995. A vintage similar to a 30-year-old bottle of Macallan’s Single Malt Whiskey. A bottle of which will set …
