{"id":633,"date":"2013-06-13T12:49:01","date_gmt":"2013-06-13T18:49:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/?p=633"},"modified":"2013-06-13T14:48:02","modified_gmt":"2013-06-13T20:48:02","slug":"travel-serendipity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/travel-serendipity-633.htm","title":{"rendered":"Travel Serendipity"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am getting ready for my two week hike in Iceland, packing warm clothes and reflecting upon my travel experiences.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Occasionally magical moments come during travel; they can\u2019t be planned for, but being in areas of natural beauty helps:<\/p>\n

The night on the shore of Lake Champlain, when the full moon set across the calm lake, making a silver road, as my wife and I sat in Adirondack chairs listening to Moonlight in Vermont from the Basin Harbor Club.<\/p>\n

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Hiking through a vineyard outside Santa Barbara, climbing a hill and looking down across fields of lavender at the Pacific, and then turning and looking up the valley at vineyards and citrus groves and fields of flowers\u00a0that seemed to go on forever.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Hiking in Glacier National Park alone on a day windy enough to raise ice caps on the lake; it was as struggle to stand upright. Coming into the Many Glacier Lodge which has a three story hall with a central fireplace. A fiddler was in the corner, playing Western waltzes. Families were in \u00a0rocking chairs around the fireplace, or sitting on the hearth, playing board games. It was the sweetness of the American West, sweeter than honey.<\/p>\n

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Climbing out of Canyon de Chelley with our Navajo guide, looking down at the red rock pinnacles and the green, green valley floor, feeling how the Navajos could be sick unto death when they were exiled from such beauty.<\/p>\n

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Standing with my wife at the end of the Camino de Santiago at Finisterra, the furthest west point in Europe, as the waves crashed below us, and telling her that I was glad to be with her here, at the end of all things.<\/p>\n

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And Iceland\u2026 we shall see. Although sometimes I am attracted to warmer climes.<\/p>\n

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I should like to rise and go<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Where the golden apples grow;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span>Where below another sky<\/span><\/p>\n

Parrot Islands anchored lie,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And, watched by cockatoos and goats,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Lonely Crusoes building boats;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span>Where in sunshine reaching out<\/span><\/p>\n

Eastern cities, miles about,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Are with mosque and minaret<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Among sandy gardens set,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the rich goods from near and far<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hang for sale in the bazaar;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span>Where the Great Wall round China goes,<\/span><\/p>\n

And on one side the desert blows,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And with bell and voice and drum,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Cities on the other hum;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span>Where are forests, hot as fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

Wide as England, tall as a spire,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Full of apes and cocoa-nuts<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the negro hunters’ huts;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span>Where the knotty crocodile<\/span><\/p>\n

Lies and blinks in the Nile,<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

And the red flamingo flies<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hunting fish before his eyes;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span>Where in jungles, near and far, <\/span><\/p>\n

Man-devouring tigers are,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Lying close and giving ear<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Lest the hunt be drawing near,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Or a comer-by be seen<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Swinging in a palanquin;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span>Where among the desert sands<\/span><\/p>\n

Some deserted city stands,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

All its children, sweep and prince,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Grown to manhood ages since,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Not a foot in street or house,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Not a stir of child or mouse,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And when kindly falls the night,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In all the town no spark of light.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

There I’ll come when I’m a man<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

With a camel caravan;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Light a fire in the gloom<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Of some dusty dining room;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

See the pictures on the walls,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Heroes, fights and festivals<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And in a corner find the toys<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Of the old Egyptian boys.<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Travel often makes me feel, as Stevenson said, <\/span><\/p>\n

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The world is so full of a number of things,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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