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Since every picture has a story, here all are the header images used in this website along with a little blurb. The images are randomly inserted into the header slot by using a piece of php code downloaded from automaticlabs.com.

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The residents of Kallutaca examining rubber duckies that were bought for use in a fund raiser for their benefit. A rubber ducky race, coined The World's Highest Rubber Ducky Race! was organized and run through and under the city of La Paz. Not surprisingly, the entire idea of betting upon a duck finishing a downstream drift the fastest was alien to every Bolivian that I explained it to! They were more than a little surprised when one week of fund raising netted around $1,700.

In the first part of 2007, I headed down to Bolivia for some language studies. While there I went out for a few walks in the mountains. This poorly stitched panorama was from the northern part of the Isla del Sol (island of the sun), in Lake Titicaca. It is near rock titicaca and just inside the Bolivian border.

Near Huyuna Potosi, I went out for three day, two night hike to get away from the noise and bother of La Paz. I walked up this valley to get a break from some rain and snapped a shot of a bunch of grazing llamas and sheep.

Taking a break on a smooth ridge on the last day of hiking near Huyuna Potosi in Bolivia. Lago Tuni, the lake in the foreground was built in the late '70s with German assistance (I believe the Germans supplied the brians, while the Bolivians supplied the muscles, aches, and pains). I believe that this lake supplies El Alto, the run down city that surrounds La Paz on several sides.

Hiking Mt. Chocorua in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. I joined a few friends from the Valley Home Fellowship Group for a fall hike. Much of the day had a crulean sky and wonderfully vivid fall colors on the surrounding hillsides. I had not quite expected to be spending the fall of 2006 in New England, but life found me still working on recovering from a hand injury and trying to stay in shape for any possible employement options.

Post-dinner self portrait in the Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness. This wilderness area is just north of Yellowstone National Park, it is located in both Wyoming and Montana and spreads over a high plateau that was carved into wonderfull mountains by glaciers. My time there was punctuated by lots of off-trail hiking, arduous boulder field crossings, and resolving map errors (thanks Forest Service for a bang-up cartography effort!). There were tons of alpine lakes and edge of the sky ridges and mountain tops. Saw lots of mountain goats and generally had a good time. I wound up leaving the woods one day early, after four days, on day two I felt rather ill, ran low on toilet paper, and generally felt like hiking out.

Last night in the Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness. I bivied on the other side of this small alpine lake. The views were stellar and the whole time was just wonderful. After leaving the Absaroka-Beartooths, I headed down to Jackson, WY and rented a kayak for a few days of paddling around Jackson lake in the Grand Tetons.

Cutting firewood on Memorial Day for the Valley Home Fellowship Group's outreach effort. Nine of us meet up for a day full of labor on a too sunny 90 degree day. When the day was out, six cords had been cut, split, and stacked.

A composite view of Campo Alegria, a camp just outside Rivas, Nicaragua. I spent two fun weeks here in January of 2006. Campo Alegria is owned and operated by Chop Point school in Maine.

Trash pickers in the Managua City dump. Although a bit odd for a website header image, I have fond but brief memories of working with some kids from this dump. In January of 2006, I helped to chaperone a trip of Maine high school kids to Nicaragua, where they ran some short camps for disadvantaged kids from Nicaragua, including kids from this dump (info and pictures).

Out for a short hike near while on a bible study retreat, near Montpelier Vermont 2005.

Hiking with Chris Blais. Chris and I were Rangers at Philmont together. Years later he found himself assigned to a Seawolf submarine stationed at Groton Connecticut while I was living in Vermont. So we met up for a couple hikes. Thankfully they ended better than our last hike at Philmont. On that hike we set out to cover about 45 miles at night over three or four rather large ridges, after 25 hours and 14 minutes of continuous hiking, we limped to the end. Chris had a stress fracture and was not able to walk for six weeks. Perhaps the 7 hours of hiking leading up the starting point pushed us too far (32+ hours of plodding!). Oops.

Lunch at Wolfson College during the graduation rehearsals and preparations, Cambridge 2005.

Biking around Iceland with Tom and Pip Stace. I managed to squeeze in a short trip to Iceland on my way over to graduating from Cambridge. Tom and Pip being the dear friends that they are, even offered to come along. I am not sure they realized how cold it would be when they agreed on the idea. They definitely made the trip lots of fun.

Another shot from Iceland. Farther inland in this fjord, is a small village. Hanging out there we meet some folks who offered to show us around the area, so at 10 pm we piled into their minibus and headed out to see some Icelandic horses and drying fish.

I wound up visiting Washington DC between my thesis submittal and its defense. This shot of the WWII Memorial seemed to come out ok.

Just after submiting my thesis and before my student visa expired, Tom Stace and I went to the Pyrenees for a little hiking. The French side was better! Nicer huts and less cow manure.

A shot from snowy day in Cambridge. Snow in England was always fun for a person not bothered with a commute.

Rowing in Cambridge! What could be better. I took up rowing on a whim and wound up loving it. We got blades once, although I really think it should have been twice (oh, cry me a river... anyway, in my first year during May bumps, we bumped 3 out of 4 days, the 4th opportunity was cancelled because of high winds, in Lents, we got blades). Was the men's captain in 2003/04. Oh, I can hardly help but to put it here, my crew got blades while bumping Queen's Second Men's crew, in which my good friend Tom Stace was rowing. Of course, his crew managed to bump mine the following year, but they did not get blades.

Winding up on a practice start. From bow to stern, Soren Brage (Denmark), myself, Mathew Peet (UK), Arnar somethingson(?) (Iceland), Matt (from somewhere USA), Uli Kraeling (Germany), Stephen Livermore (UK), and Stephen Jull (Canada).

If you are looking for Stephen Jull (many people wind up here from Google doing just that) try this link at the University of Ottawa, Stephen is a Lecturer there.

The obligatory Kyrgyzstan shot, who hasn't been there? Oh wait, why did I go? In the late summer and early fall of 2003, I decided to take a break from my PhD studies and travel for a month. Kyrgyzstan seemed like a good choice, so I went by bicycle; trucks are for sissies. About halfway through my trip I peddled up to Lake Ssong-Kul, easily my favorite place in the whole of Kyrgyzstan. I took this shot of some freely grazing horses at dusk. In the gathering darkness, I was riding my bicycle back to a rented yurt when the yurt owner came alongside on his horse. A friendly race ensued, his horse's gallop equally matched to my flat out pace across the rolling pastureland. Sleep came quickly that night under rough blankets and sheep skins.

During my first autumn in the UK, I took a short trip up to Scotland and hiked Ben Nevis and the surrounding area. It was all good fun, although Ben Nevis, while it is the highest peak in the British Isles' it is like the long hole on a miniature golf course - fun, but not that amazing.

Sunset on a ridge across from Ben Nevis.

I guess I enjoy travelling...