(The ingredients look a lot like ketchup with a few fruity bits.)
| This sunset went through so many glorious
changes that it kept drawing crowds over the space of 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, the executive club members were watching TV and sipping
champagne in a windowless room. |
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| Four in-flight movies and two plastic-wrapped
meals later, we arrive in Auckland before dawn. The flight
attendant told us all we were naughty for missing church, but we should
be excused because we missed Sunday altogether. We took off on
Saturday night, and arrived 12 hours later on Monday morning.
That wacky international dateline. This picture
captures the blurriness of the moment pretty well. |
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| Here we are: a couple of jetlagged,
unshowered, disoriented travelers, trying to "push through" the first
day to get on the right sleep schedule. The beach is a fine place
to "push through," but we barely notice the world around us at this
point. For all our ability to appreciate natural wonder after 36
hours of travel, we might as well be in a closet. |
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| Julie looks up from her beach combing.
She says the numerous bits of weathered beach glass are almost too
easy to find. It cheapens the thrill of finding it a bit.
Back in Duxbury, the beaches are picked so clean of beach glass,
finding a piece is worthy of a high-five. The formations in the
foreground look and feel like clay in places, so I'll just say they are
clay. |
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| I just love the shapes that appear out of the
sand and water. |
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| We spend a little time in a grocery store,
browsing all the unfamiliar sauces and crisps and household items.
Here's a nice one for Greg: Steers brand Monkeygland sauce.
Yum! (The ingredients look a lot like ketchup with a few fruity bits.) |
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| And finally, this isn't a New Zealand photo
at all, but a shot I took just as we left John and Lisa's house in La
Center, Wash. It is my nostalgic slug shot. I've only been a day
or two from home, but still feel the need to remind myself of those cute
Northwest slugs. |
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