Mel’s Randnotizen – Vorwort

Da wir immer mehr Leser unseres Urlaubsblogs haben, deren Englisch nicht ganz so geübt ist wie unseres, werde ich dieses Jahr einen deutschen Blog beisteuern. Allerdings werde ich nicht einfach Colin’s Blog übersetzen, vielmehr schreiben wir unabhängig voneinander. Wer also beide Sprachen beherrscht, erfährt fast direkt doppelt soviel über unseren Trip. Man könnte jetzt fies sein und behaupten, dass wäre die moderen Variante vom Diaabend mit Freunden (1500 Dias von unserem letzten Schwarzwaldurlaub). Nur könnt ihr hier selbst entscheiden, wann ihr aufhört, zu lesen. Ist also keine Folter und damit unterliegt unser Blog nicht den Genfer Konventionen. Nur dass das geklärt ist…

Finished: River Marked – Patricia Briggs

I’ve been exposed to what is now known as ‘Urban Fantasy’ for quite a while.
I started out early with part of the Darkness Rising series when I was a kid. It really grabbed me though with Shadowrun in 1989, an amalgamation of Urban Fantasy and Cyberpunk that really, really had a lot of appeal to me. And still has, truth be told, I am still a big fan of that setting.
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Rain + Forest + Coastline + Mountains= Olympia National Park

Quite a simple equation on paper. But a very complex thing when seen in real life.

Blimme if we didn’t see a heckuvalot of animals though. Yesterday, we saw another Banana Slug. What shocked us were two Great Pyrennees dogs, running in the wild along Highway 101N. They looked a tad shaggy and very, very lean but did not approach the car when we slowed down, just looked over to us. We weren’t sure if they were runaways, although they were far from the next settlement, or simply ferals, but obviously they didn’t belong into the forest at all. The next Ranger Station 40 miles away was closed already, so for lack of information and idea what to do, we emailed National Park Services from the hotel once we arrived. Didn’t hear back yet from them, who knows.

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A rose by any other name

So, yeah. I always liked good old Billy Shakespeare. Sue me. Even Romeo and Juliet.

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
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Gorging on the Gorge

Today was a real challenge for my bladder control.

Ok, this sounds maybe a tad more gross than I intend to… and it definitely borders on an overshare… so.. let’s just say that if I hear running water for a long time, I tend to go cross-eyed and need to go somewhere for number one. People always say how relaxing the sound of running water is to them…and most of the times it works, but some fountains have that rather non-relaxing effect on me.
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