I flew on Virgin America for the first time last week. (Conclusion: not bad.) I honestly don’t understand this message, but I appreciate the thought that goes into the little details.
I think I spend more time in foreign hotels than in US hotels. Because whenever I walk into an American hotel room I find it completely startling that when I open the door, all the lights are ablaze and the air conditioner is running at full tilt.
Really? Do we have to be this stupid? In 2013?
I found an old New York Times article which suggests a variety of reasons for the lack of master switches (or water-saving features) in US hotel rooms, none of which are valid. As far as I can tell, nothing has changed since then.
Well, as far as urban Boston was concerned: so much for the hurricane. It sure was fun to head out to the beach and watch the kitesurfers though.
I’m sitting at a factory in China, waiting for some boards to come off the production line. Due to the deficiency of the electric grid here, this region is having a power-saving day. Because they get only 24 hours of notice from the electric authorities, business has to proceed normally. So air conditioning has been cut back to a minimum to allow the entire campus to be powered from diesel generators. This place is not a sweatshop—but it sure feels like it in these hallways!
And you thought this site was dead!
Summer has been busy with Am’s wedding week in Maine and lots and lots of work. Finally, time for a week in France! When I return: some new photos, and perhaps some more blogging.
I returned last week from a really great trip to Wales with old friends. More photos are in the pipeline.
(This one was taken with the Mamiya RB67, a 90mm lens, and a mechanical self-timer.)
Need a better deal on used tires? Let me negotiate you a price. Blending in with the locals, that’s my motto.
I’m traveling to Hong Kong and China this week, so I won’t be reachable by telephone.
The second of three scheduled New Hampshire trips this summer took us to the White Mountains’ Sandwich Range—specifically a 13.6 mile loop over Mt. Whiteface (4020 ft) and Mt. Passaconaway (4043 ft). I’d never been to this part of the Whites before, which is not surprising because we chose this route specifically to avoid the usual weekend crowds.
The hike up Whiteface along the Blueberry Ledge Trail was challenging with long, steep ascents and plenty of rock scrambling, consistent with the AMC Guide’s description as “one of the more challenging climbs” in the Whites. Having encountered only a departing hiker in the parking lot, we spent the night alone near the wooded summit of Mt. Whiteface. (Our serenity would prove fleeting the next morning when a pack of shirtless teenage boys arrived on an orientation trip from a New Hampshire boarding school.) Connecting to Passaconaway on the Rollins Trail, we saw several men hiking with what turned out to be sections of a large flagpole; they were part of a “Flags on the 48” program commemorating victims of terrorist attacks in 2001. Perhaps due to the day’s limited visibility—the “dramatic” viewpoints offered nothing but opaque clouds—the most remarkable scenery was that of Square Ledge and the fields of pink and blue granite strewn about on the rougher Square Ledge Trail. Still, the ledge is probably the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in the White Mountains, and completely justified the long trek. We headed back on Kelley Trail.
There is one more highlight to this trip: the Sandwich Creamery, the first stop on our impromptu New Hampshire ice cream crawl. It’s hard to get to but worth the trip—it really is true that happy cows make better ice cream.