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Posted on 09 October 2015 (0)


Nine days out from our departure to Ecuador, I am making final decisions on what gear to bring with me on the trip. The two items in this photo will probably make the cut. One is a big boy battery from mophie, the Powerstation XL, and it has enough juice to recharge your iPhone or other device numerous times. It is a hefty little brick, weighing more than a pound, and that might be a fatal flaw when I have my small bag full and it’s weighs -in time. It costs $79.99 at

The other item, which I’m sure will make it into final packing, is a foldable Power+ Bluetooth keyboard that costs just $29. I can pair it with my iPhone or with a Fire tablet. The keyboard action is pleasing to the fingertips, and the battery life seems long. You charge it with a micro USB cable, the same one that charges all of the Fire and Kindle devices.

I am drafting this post on my new Fire HD 10 tablet with Keyboard Case, which turns out to be a pretty decent way to create content, nevermind watching TV shows and movies on the wide little screen. One reason I like traveling with the $50 Fire is that it minimizes the theft or loss exposure, but the Fire HD 10 and keyboard case together cost a modest $330, and the Silk browser on the Fire seems to play nicely with WordPress. The duo weighs just over 1.5 pounds. That’s half the weight of the Dell Mini 10v I toted to Africa four years ago.

I love this part of a long trip, the deciding what gear to take. Darlene spends her preparation making sensible clothing choices, but I obsess on the gadgets. Deb will bring a real camera, while we will depend on iPhones. Imagine what Charles Darwin would have been able to do in 180 years ago aboard the Beagle if he’d had WiFi and some gadgets!

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Practice Post

Posted on 28 September 2015 (0)

For our upcoming trip to the Galapagos Islands and Ecuador, I will be blogging on my iPhone 6 Plus and Amazon tablets–no laptop, no ipad. I may also bring one or two of the new $50 Fire tablets, because why not? But what about photos? I will be shooting with the iPhone, and it’s not clear how I will move the photos from the phone up to the cloud for access to my WordPress sites.

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Prepping for a Big Trip

Posted on 12 August 2015 (0)

I am using an IOS app named Duolingo to learn Spanish, in preparation for our trip to the Galapagos Islands and Ecuador later this year. I try to spend 20 minutes a day moving through the enjoyable learning tools the program uses. There is even a chance for me to speak a phrase in Spanish and have the app listen for errors. This seems amazing to me. Time will tell whether I have really learned enough of the language to help Darlene and her sister Deb and me when we are on the trip.

Duolingo is like a game, and that is the genius of it. When you get a word right, there is a satisfying ding, and when you complete a lesson a musical instrument celebrates your triumph. I think it’s a trumpet. When new vocabulary arrives, it is with photos of the items described. A favorite game of mine presents about a dozen words in blocks, and you tap on the two that make a correct pair. I fly through those and love the action of making the links on the fly.

Part of my preparation is learning how to create a blog post on my iPhone Six Plus, using a nifty foldable Bluetooth keyboard from Microsoft. The key action is responsive, and the keys have a soft, slightly rubbery feel to my finger tips. The keys on the left and right are separated by quite a gap, which enables the keyboard to fold into a convenient square shape, but my touch typing seems to adapt pretty well to the layout.

I bought a Kmashi cradle for the iPhone, which is okay but I may keep looking for one that enables me to use the phone in vertical mode while using the charger cable. As it is, I can only have the phone powered when I am in landscape mode. What I like is the soft touch to the cradle and how snugly the phone nestles into it.

I plan to use this hitherto largely dormant blog as my travel blog during the trip, so stay tuned!

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The Big Question Coming Up at New Media Expo 2015 in Las Vegas (NMX15)

Posted on 12 April 2015 (1)


Podcasting is going to be Big. Right?

Right. That’s what we podcasters have been telling ourselves ever since I learned what a podcast is nearly a decade ago. At Blogs ‘N’ Dogs, a whacky and wonderful conference in Banff that combined blogging workshops with frigid rides on dogsleds, I saw a guy interviewing people at a party with a tiny recorder. I asked him what he was doing.

“Podcasting,” Roland Tanglao said. Huh? 

Roland explained the basics, and by the time I’d had my dogsled ride I was a podcaster. I recorded an audio snippet in my hotel room and posted it somewhere, probably at Eric Rice’s erstwhile HipCast site. I returned to the States lit up with the possibilities of this new media platform. I created a video podcast, named, as I remember, the Mile High Pod Chronicles, and an audio feed, the Audio Pod Chronicles.  The “chronicles” name came from a series of travel journals I had shared with friends and family by e-mail, starting with “Chronicles of the Mouse,” created during a family trip to Disney World. 

This was in October, 2005, two years before the original Kindle arrived. By July of 2008 I was an avid Kindle fan, and I knew how to put up a decent audio podcast. That led to creation of The Kindle Chronicles, the Friday podcast all about your Kindle, now approaching episode number 350. 

Looking back over this decade of my participation in podcasting, I seem to remember someone somewhere announcing that Podcasting is Going to Be Big every single year. I believed it, because I loved listening to and creating podcasts, and it’s easy to assume lots of other people share your passions. Instead, the growth of the podcasting audience has been stately, not meteoric, to the point where iTunes last fall passed the 1 billion mark in total cummulative podcast subscriptions, according to a story in The Washington Post.

Edison Resarch in a U.S. survey done in May of 2014 found that the share of time spent listening to podcasts was 25.9 percent of all audio sources, just behind AM/FM radio at 27.5 percent. The other big shares were owned music, 22.3 percent, and Internet-only music and radio, 10.6 percent. (See this excellent article by Anne Friedman in the Columbia Journalism Review for more.)

Last year at New Media Expo, the annual gathering of the podclan in Las Vegas, we heard convincing predictions of Bigness. One I remember was about how podcasts are being gathered into networks in a way similar to the way radio networks were assembled leading to the Golden Age of Radio. 

I’m sure podcasting is indeed growing as a media platform, but I don’t care as much as I used to about rosy predictions. I just love putting a weekly show together. I have met amazing people as interview guests and listeners. I have attended press events for new Kindle devices. I have not come close to breaking even in financial terms, but I have created a front row seat on the eBook Revolution and have happily sat in it and watched history unfold for nearly seven years. 

Tomorrow I will fly to Las Vegas to learn new tricks, meet new people, and get another dose of passionate engagement.

Here, mainly as a reminder to myself, are things I want to accomplish at New Media Expo this week:

  1. An action checklist for renaming my show The Reading Edge. I want to learn how to do this with a minimum of disruption and confusion for my listeners.
  2. Find an audio editing tool or process that streamlines the deletion of ums and ahs from the audio of my guests, and me. 
  3. Solicit advice and tips about podcast sponsorship that will guide me in discussions I have begun with a publisher interested in partnering with my show.
  4. Learn at least three pro tips from fellow interviewers about how to improve the 20-minute recorded conversation I have each week.
  5. Stop by the Libsyn booth to personally thank Rob Walch, Elsie Escobar and the rest of the team for the rock-solid  service Libsyn has provided for my show ever since episode 1. 
  6. Find at least two podcasts I don’t know about yet that cover topics similar or related to mine. This probably means shows related to eBooks, authors, digital publishing, and eReaders. But I will be open to surprises. There may be someone podcasting about needlepoint who has a similar interview format, or a shared sensibility and voice. I would love to find someone doing a Kobo podcast, just to see what’s up with the only viable rival to Kindle.
  7. Meet and learn from someone at Apple who works on the iTunes Directory, the mother lode for podcast discovery. 
  8. Avoid expensive new gadget infatuations. I have a terrific microphone, the Yeti by Blue, and a decent portable recorder, the Zoom H1. I don’t need to spend hundreds more dollars on new stuff. But I probably will.
  9. Put together 44 minutes and 58 seconds of terrific content at NMX, a collage of shorter interviews that will give my listeners a chance to experience and learn from the gathering in my next episode.
  10. Create and upload TKC 350 from my room at the conference hotel well before checkout time on Friday, April 17th.
  11. Help three new podcasters get started, sharing my experience and passion. 
  12. Eat sensibly, drink lots of water, and get enough sleep.

As I prepare that To Do list for NMX I realize that podcasting is already Big in my life. To see how much fun I’m having, I hope you will check out the show notes page and have a listen. And if you are already a regular listener, thanks for making this adventure such a consistent and deeply rewarding project!

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Meta Meerkat Musings

Posted on 01 April 2015 (0)


The thing about Meerkat, I realized yesterday, is the power of a new point of view. 

I received a notification that Gary Vay-Ner-Chuk was going live on Meerkat, so I tuned in, even though I haven’t followed his videos for years. I know he did a show about wine and has written a bestselling book or two. My impression is that he’s always shouting, and he talks too fast. 

The Meerkat stream showed Gary V sitting at a table or desk, with an assistant to his left, our right. From a laptop computer, she read possible questions from viewers. He dismissed one and okayed the rest. Then he leaned toward a camera we couldn’t see and began talking in his usual style. The Meerkat audio on my iPhone 6 Plus was okay but not great. Ditto for the framing of the shot for the visual. I don’t think the Meerkatting device was on a tripod. Everything was wrong, except one thing: the point of view.

Instead of watching from the screen that Gary V was shouting at, I was watching from off to the side, as if I were visiting the set or the office where this was taking place. Instead of being the object of the speaker, I was an observer of speaker and object. This made me feel closer to Gary V. He wasn’t trying to impress or inform me, so I felt free to root for him, to hope that whoever was watching him for real was enjoying the show. My defenses, my preconceived notions about him and my resistance to anyone who I think is coming on too strong, were all down. He didn’t even know I was in the room. He didn’t know who was watching on the other screen, either, but he was aiming at an image of them, perhaps based on audience data.

I had the same experience watching a Meerkat of Jeb Bush doing a radio interview in the front passenger seat of a car driving across Texas. Someone in the back seat was running the Meerkat, and we could only hear Bush’s answers, not the radio guy’s questions. Again, the shift in point of view left me more open to the potential candidate than if I had tuned into the radio show itself. I observed his body language, the calm tone of his voice, the way he glanced toward the back seat at one point as if to ask, “How’m I doin’?” My instinctive response was, “You’re doing great, boss.” 

When the Meerkat creator is talking directly to me, this slant point of view does not come into play. That’s why I prefer streams where I can watch someone do something, like Mike Elgan typing on a computer to prepare for a TWIT show. I wish Mike would turn to the Meerkat eye more often, for an aside about what he’s working on, but just sitting there typing on a screen I can’t see is still oddly compelling. 

It is certainly possible that the newness of the Meerkat meta view will fade leaving just the crappy audio and inelegant camera work. But at this point I doubt it. As the 2016 campaign gets rolling, and it already is, savvy politicos will aim for the sweet spot of the slant view of their candidates, offering Meerkaters an inside look without the head-on ranting and wheedling. 

Ditto, of course, for Periscope, but at this point I am rooting for the darling of South By. My wife, her sister and I saw a mob or gang (the correct terminology, I discovered) of real meerkats at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs last weekend. Meerkats have distinct tasks, and one serves as sentinel, sitting tall and scanning for dangers and opportunities. It’s an adorable pose for the vulnerable, plucky little varmint, sitting up tall with purpose in order to defend his mob. Compared with that heart-plucking mascot, the Twitter Goliath’s icon is a metal tube with a cold eye rising up from the sea. Ugh. 

I’m rooting for the Meerkat mob, and for anyone who uses this subtle but potent shift in point of view to change the world. 

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Contemplative Blog Post

Posted on 17 August 2014 (0)

Hooper Still Life   Sunday in Ocean Park, Maine, brings me back to this infrequently tended garden of words and images that stretches back nearly a decade now. I’ve nothing specific or burning on my mind, except the desire to share this photo taken at my desk a few moments ago, and some words.

One reason I’m here, probably, is that I am reading a well-written novel.

James Salter’s All That Ispublished last year, lures me to write by making it look so easy to render life fully, with loving precision, using only marks on a screen or paper. You can dip in anywhere and come up with prose like this:

The house was in sad disrepair. Bricks were piled at one side of it and the walkway to the front door was only half-finished, part brick and the rest dirt. Inside there was unpainted drywall that had been put up to replace the old plaster. Panes in the small windows to the cellar were open and Vivian could see a pile of empty bottles in there. They were Cook’s, she found out.

Not much has happened so far in this story, 38 percent of the way through on my Kindle. The protagonist, Philip Bowman, a navigation officer in the Pacific during World War II, works at a small book publishing house, marries a beauty named Vivian, travels to handsome places in Virginia and London, and meets many intriguing people, mainly the very well-off, generally acting poorly. I have typed into my Kindle a couple of cranky notes while reading All That Is, including this one at page 76: “This seems kinda boring. What is this book about, exactly?”

One could make the same complaint about real lives. When you’re in the middle of yours you wonder when it’s going to get interesting, when it will turn into a page-turner, a “sleep-stealer” as they call it in the U.K. (I see that Salter’s high prose is elevating my writing style this morning; I don’t generally write that “One could” this or that. I like it.)

What if, I thought, there isn’t a big plot unfolding in All That Is? What if it’s just the story of a guy’s life, told with appreciative precision and clarity? I can live with that. And if I let go of the expectation that this book will at some point turn into a Stephen King or John Grisham novel, I’m likely to enjoy it more. For one thing, there is no point in reading this book quickly. I might as well slow down and savor each paragraph, each sentence.

…Well, wouldn’t you know? As I read a few pages further, I came to something more than fine writing. Vivian has sent Bowman a shocking letter suggesting that they get a divorce. “Be honest, I’m not wrong, am I?” she writes (in italics but I’ll leave it in roman). “We really weren’t meant for each other. Maybe I’ll find the right man, maybe you’ll find the right woman, at least someone more suited to you.”

So I will keep reading this novel, perhaps finishing it today, this being the day of the week when I try to stay off the zap-zap Internet of updates, email, tweets, and news alerts.

The woman who I’m sure was meant for me, and me for her, is reading her pink-covered Kindle in bed here in the front room on the second floor of the cottage, the Yorkie Claire snuggled next to her head, one eye aimed at the eReader screen, as if she’s following along. I hear the surf, hidden from view by the pale green dune. Further out, a jet skier zips across my view like a bug on the water. A seagull flies by, going in the opposite direction.

And then it’s time for breakfast! Suddenly a blueberry pancake broke out…

My life, too, looks like a pretty good story today. I hope yours is, too.

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What I Learned at the Bolder Boulder 10K on Memorial Day

Posted on 27 May 2014 (0)


Yesterday my wife Darlene and her friend Marie ran in the 36th annual Bolder Boulder 10k. They completed the race in one hour and 14 minutes. I cheered them on at the finish in the University of Colorado’s Folsom Field stadium.

I am not a runner—I love to row, and it’s better on my knees—so I served as road crew and cheerleader. I walked to the stadium along the route after dropping them off at Pearl and 30th Street. It was a classic Colorado day of crystal-clear dry air and, as the morning wore on, bright sunshine. Everywhere I turned, I saw and heard things that made me smile.

At Folsom and Arapahoe, a Denver band named James and the Devil serenaded the runners with funky guitar riffs perfectly timed to the beat of running shoes thumping the pavement.

I stopped by a barricade and pulled out my index cards and pen to write a few notes. They came out like a poem: Sun, positive energy, effort, direction, perseverance, cheers, encouragement, music, sun, sweat.

One T-shirt read, “We run this city.” Another said, “I hate running.” The official Bolder Boulder T’s proclaimed “Runbelievable” or “Sea Level is for Sissies.”

At the final hill, a Scottish band played bagpipes as the runners turned right onto the entrance to the stadium, which seats 53,613. It was filling up fast by the time I took a standing spot right next to the track. I watched the faces of the runners for a while, before I began taking photos and video with my iPhone.

The most common expression was an exhausted smile, like what you might hope to bring on entering heaven after a life well spent. “So this really is the finish,” the runners seemed to be thinking, as they glanced up into the stands to see thousands of people appreciating their efforts.

One young woman ran the entire race in her purple graduation gown. A guy with a gray crewcut, wearing blue shorts and a gold top, ran with a pronounced limp but no hesitation. His T-shirt read, “Pain is weakness leaving the body.”

The runners made a rhythmic clatter on the stadium’s metal track. A mother and daughter—the girl looked to be no more than 8 years old—reached for each others’ hands as they rounded the final bend. Three girls waved little American flags as they ran.

This being Memorial Day, a unit of 13 U.S. Marines, running in two-by-two formation carrying a U.S. flag and a red Marines flag, prompted a thunderous ovation from the stands. We rose to our feet and whooped and applauded as they jogged by. They wore camo pants, olive green T’s, and brown boots. They looked unstoppable.

A girl in a rainbow-colored tutu poured it on at the finish, swooping among the other runners as if they were gates on a slalom ski run. A young woman held up her iPhone as she ran, making a video of her finish.

The Bolder Boulder is the third-largest 10K race in the U.S. and the 7th largest in the world. More than 50,000 runners ran the race yesterday. It was spectacular.

I followed Darlene’s iPhone with the Find My iPhone app, so I was ready to video her and Marie as they ran by my position in the stadium. Big grins. I felt terrific pride for my wife and her friend, who flew all the way fromBoston to run the race. They looked tired and exhilarated, relentless like those Marines. Everyone did.

Everyone who ran the Bolder Boulder yesterday knew where they were going. They knew how to get there, and they didn’t stop. The sun was shining. Bands encouraged them with music all along the route, Darlene told me.

I saw one Homeland Security guard, some Boulder police, and a good number of civilians wearing black “Bolder Boulder Security” T-Shirts. I’m not sure what they were prepared to do in the event of an attack. There was no attack.

The Bolder Boulder went off like a charm, like a promise, like a life well lived.

Being there and remembering it by writing these words will help me to keep going, come what may, all the way to the finish.

This is a cross post from Medium

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The Tulips of Lisse

Posted on 20 April 2014 (2)

Darlene tulips

Everyone of our traveling party had a favorite destination in mind when we planned our April adventure in Europe. Tom got us started with his desire to take a river cruise down the Rhine. Tish seemed happy at every place we went. I dreamed of the fast Thalys train from Amsterdam to Paris, which departs in four hours. Darlene dreamed of the tulips.

That’s why she booked us for two nights at Hotel de Duif in Lisse, the Netherlands. Our junior suites were reasonably priced and offered fast Internet and spacious accommodations. But the real draw is the hotel is within a 10-minute walk of Keukenhof, an incredible park of tulips and other flowers. There you can rent bikes and ride along rows and rows of tulips in the fields. We spent yesterday among the tulips, and Darlene is over at the park for a final dose as we prepare for departure by bus for Amsterdam.

On our first night in Lisse, we ate at an Italian restaurant. As we were leaving, Darlene asked the waiter for examples of traditional Dutch cuisine. He appeared irritated at the question and told her, twice, “This is an Italian restaurant.” That might have been a dead end, except for the fortunate circumstance that a local couple, Simone and Henk, were listening from a nearby table. As we left, they offered to prepare a traditional Dutch dinner for us in their home the following night. How about that? We made our way to Sassenheim last night for an amazing repast and evening of shared culture. Henk works for KLM, so they travel a lot, and we hope they will rendezvous with us in the States some time in the future.

I have given my Google Glass to scores of curious people in the last two months for demos, but I have never seen anyone take to Glass as naturally as Henk. He bobbed his head upward at exactly the right angle, said “OK, Glass” at the right moment and took a picture across the dinner table. “You’re a natural!” I told him. As we were leaving their home in the taxi, I said that I hoped I would see Henk in Glass the next time we meet. Simone had noticed the same thing. “He really wants it,” she said. They will be married on September 12th.

Simone’s father owned a tulip business when she was growing up, and she said it is a very bad idea for tourists to walk among the rows of flowers to take photos. Of course that’s exactly what we had done earlier in the day, along with hundreds of others. I didn’t see any signs prohibiting this, so I figured it was okay. The problem, Simone explained, is that it is very easy to damage the bulbs or to bring diseases carried on shoes. I am actually glad we didn’t know this before our visit to the tulip fields yesterday by bicycle. It was an incredible experience to be in the middle of that much color and beauty.

I did not post as much about our river cruise aboard Ingvi, because the Internet connection was very weak. Our T-Mobile international package enabled texts and email checking, along with very slow web browsing. After getting this week’s Kindle Chronicles episode finished on Tuesday, I spent three days trying to figure out how to upload the audio before seeing an offer from T-Mobile to buy 100 MB of high-speed data for $15. That was enough to get the job done. I’m actually glad I was forced off the Internet for most of the cruise. In the future, people will probably pay extra for such opportunities, traveling to WiFi cold spots where everything happens at a crawl online, so you are forced to enjoy the moment. I know, I know. This is a pathetic admission of online obsession. So sue me and enjoy the posts.

We are packing up now for Amsterdam’s Station Centraal, where we will board the Thalys train for Paris. Darlene has returned from another hour of communing with the tulips. She saw an orange tulip with yellow on it that she loved. The video I took of the fields yesterday with Google Glass is available for viewing here.

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Good Morning, Mannheim!

Posted on 14 April 2014 (0)

Viking River Cruises longship Ingvi at Kehl, Germany, yesterday

Viking River Cruises longship Ingvi at Kehl, Germany, yesterday


I love this time of the day on the longship Ingvi. At 5:30 a.m. the ship is quiet.  The brand-new air circulation system whirs softly, Zlatoje Vukasovia the Serbian night auditor sets hot croissants and muffins next to the coffee machine (and is eager to try Google Glass), and the Internet speed is finally adequate for publishing a video from two days ago. “Probably because everyone is sleeping,” explains Zlatoje, whose name has the word gold in it. “Everybody call me ‘Goldie,'” he says. He is a huge man in impeccable dark suit and, as is the case with the entire crew, apparently blessed with a natural friendliness that transcends nationality.

This is only the fourth trip that Viking River Cruises’ Ingvi has taken with passengers, and the German captain seemed wrapped tight the other night while waiting for parts to arrive from Basel, Switzerland. The air conditioning and hot water systems were down, and the ship-wide dining room got a little stuffy. I’m sure the plan hadn’t been to turn our trip from Basel to Amsterdam into a shakedown cruise, but ah well. By yesterday morning our cabin temperature was fine, and there was plenty of hot water for a good shower.

I’ve been recording snippets of video with Google Glass and taking lots of iPhone photos, so the frustration of snail-like Internet speed has been driving me crazy. From past experience, I know that it’s good to stay current with a trip’s impressions on the blog, posting daily. Otherwise your memory presents you with a blur over several days that goes something like this: We are on this long ship with about 180 other people, cruising down the Rhine River, stopping each day at a different place to take highly professional tours of the local environs–the Black Forest, World War II battlefields, and Strasbourg so far–eating gourmet food in manageable quantities, watching the river roll by through our high horizontal cabin window, and checking the Viking Daily for what’s next.

Ingvi docked here in Mannheim, Germany, in the middle of the night. That might of HAVE been when we felt a substantial jolt from our cabin on the first level. Our bed is below the water line, and when I stand at our window, I am looking across the river from a very intimate angle. The window is the same size each day but presents an ever-changing view of the opposite shore, barges going the other way, and the steep, concrete walls of locks as we drop down to a new level of the river.

This morning’s shore excursion will take us by spiffy, huge tour buses to Heidelberg, where we will tour a castle, naturally. We wear smart audio gizmos like you see in museums, enabling us to hear the tour guide via ear buds even if we drift back from the pack, which I usually do. I’m actually not a huge fan of the guided tours, because of the regimentation. An old family joke mimics a camp director at some dreaded day camp that we attended as children saying, “Come on, let’s go” in an irritating singsong voice. Our Viking guides are top-notch, but the basic set-up for me evokes herds of zombie tourists gazing in half-focus, missing most of what they see.

Of course in our group, you would see one particularly distracted male tourist wearing a South by Southwest cap, glancing up at 45 degrees at odd moments or standing too close to a dark wall looking at something no one else can see. That would be me, playing with Google Glass. The upward motion activates the screen, and it’s sometimes easiest to see what’s on the screen if you look at a plain dark background.

From the blur of what we’ve seen so far, I will dip in for some highlights. But first, another cup from the dream machine–café au lait, this time–and a round little sticky bun.

  • The Cathedral Notre-Dame at Strasbourg yesterday was a mind-boggling tower of pink sandstone, soaring 406 feet over a city that has changed nationalities over and over, depending on the outcome of various wars. Tom and I had coffees at a café directly in front of the church yesterday morning. I can’t say that I found the cathedral beautiful, actually. It looks as if it needs a good cleaning, and the intricate design of the filigree seemed almost sinister to me. But you can’t help but feel awe at the scale of the work that went into its completion in 1439.
  • Our guide, Craig Stirling, put his heart into telling the Audie Murphy story two days ago at the site of Murphy’s famous one-man stand against German tanks in a forest during World War II. Craig is from Australia originally. Love for a woman relocated him to Germany, and now he has become a passionate chronicler of the battles that raged around Colmar, France. After I recorded part of his talk at the site of Murphy’s heroics, we walked back to the bus chatting. What I didn’t realize was that our conversation was piped via the audio boxes to the rest of the group. “I heard this guy asking him to spell his name three times,” Darlene told me afterward, when we were in our seats on the bus. “Then I realized it was you, and I couldn’t keep listening.” Oops. I worked as a uniformed guide at Fort Ticonderoga in New York State one summer during college, so I know how tough it is to keep a tour’s spiel fresh, nevermind heartfelt and compelling. “For me, he was a Texas hero and an American legend,” Craig told the group. So kudos to Mr. Stirling for bringing the story of America’s most decorated World War II combat Soldier to life for busloads of tourists, decades after a bloody day in the woods of France.
  • The Black Forest is no more black than the Black Hills of South Dakota, where Darlene grew up. But the forest is a beautiful area of steep mountain landscapes and picturesque chalets. We stopped on that day’s tour to see a cuckoo clock demonstration in a shop featuring hundreds of fantastic examples of clocks. We learned that the craft arose from the challenge of how to spend long, idle days in winter in a way that turned the abundance of wood into something marketable. Our Viking bus amazingly navigated narrow little streets in the villages we drove through on the way to the Black Forest. On the autobahn, our driver nimbly braked to avoid hitting a car pulling a trailer that lost a tire to a blowout.

Breakfast is now being served in the restaurant, so the sleepy part of the day has drawn to a close. Departure for Heidelburg is in 90 minutes, and I haven’t showered yet, so I will sign off from Mannheim. The Internet has returned to its crawl, so I hope this will actually show up sometime today for readers back home and elsewhere.

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Blogging the Rhine

Posted on 11 April 2014 (3)

I will be using Google Glass to capture scenes from our travels in Europe, now under way aboard Ingvi, a spanking new longship owned by Viking River Cruises. We arrived yesterday from Denver and boarded the boat (or is it a ship? not sure) in Basel, Switzerland. Our Casper, Wyoming, friends Tom and Tish Atkinson are traveling with us, and in fact Tom is the one who had the idea for this adventure last fall. Brilliant!

During dinner last night we noticed that the river and shore were moving, which meant we were leaving Basel to begin the journey. I felt disoriented at first, because the big room had seemed like a restaurant that wasn’t going anywhere until just a few moments before.

Leaving Market Street bus station in Denver. (Photo by Deb)

Leaving Market Street bus station in Denver. (Photo by Deb)

Our cabin is on the lower level, and we can see the river from a wide, narrow window at about eye level. It’s a tiny room, not much bigger than the queen-size bed, but everything is immaculate and new. The miniature bathroom has a shower and plenty of light. The closet and bureau space is well designed, with real coat hangers. The movement of the boat during the night was gentle and soothing for sleep, but I still woke up at 4:30 too excited to get a full night’s rest. I am sitting in a lounge area with a cup of coffee taking care of online business while most of the 150 passengers sleep. Breakfast will be in about an hour, and then a tour somewhere but I can’t remember the details.

I can tell by the blurriness of my mind that a power nap is in order down in the cabin, and then breakfast with people who get up at a normal hour.

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