I am a travel junkie.  It seems to run in my family, no doubt inherited from my parents.  My father immigrated from Norway in the 1950s with little more than one red accordion and the desire to reach America.  My mother’s grandmother immigrated from Sweden in the 1890s, one of the millions of immigrants to pass through Ellis Island in that decade alone.  I have been lucky enough to be able to pursue my passion for travel and continue to do so.  I have had the great opportunity to share these experiences with all of the members of my immediate family and some very dear friends.  This website was created so I can share my favorite travel photos, as well as the memories.    LMN

 “Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.”  

 Sir Francis Bacon
“Well-behaved women seldom make history.”  Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
“Enjoy every moment of every day. Life is not a dress rehearsal.”   
 L. Nielsen
 “Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think you should do.” 
Bob Dylan, from To Ramona

High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds – and done a thousand things

You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence.  Hovering there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue

I’ve topped the wind-swept height with easy grace,

Where never lark, or even eagle flew;

And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God

More Poetry:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye, influenced by Native American prayers

Favorite Books:
Anything written by Wilbur Smith or Alexandra Fuller, and the following:
     West with the Night, by Beryl Markham
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     The Art of Racing In The Rain: A Novel, by Garth Stein
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     Fate is the Hunter, by Ernest K Gann
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     Spotted In France, by Gregory Edmont
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Whatever You Do, Don’t Run:  True Tales of a Botswana Safari Guide, by Peter Allison      
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City of Thieves, by David Benioff
Modoc, by Ralph Helfer

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