One of the very few things I remember from my Business Law class is ‘ignorance of the law is no excuse,’ nor is it a valid defense. However, in Aberdeen not only did I unknowingly break several laws, had I been caught, ignorance would have been my only defense.
Aberdeen is not quite the Scottish Highlands, but it is getting closer. Aberdeen is Scotland’s third largest city behind Edinburgh and Glasgow, and its location on the North Sea gives it an amazing coastline and busy shipping docks.
Nearly everything in the town is constructed with granite mined from the Rubinslaw Quarry. The quarry was active for nearly 300 years, but was closed in 1971. Now it’s a big giant hole in the ground filled with 40+ years of rainwater.
History Nerd Alert #1:
Robert I, popularly known as Robert the Bruce, was King of Scots from 1306 until his death in 1329. Robert was one of the most famous warriors of his generation, eventually leading Scotland during the Wars of Scottish Independence against England.
Marischal College–now a civic building in Aberdeen
History Nerd Alert #2:
A mercat cross is the Scots name for the market cross found frequently in Scottish towns, cities and villages where historically the right to hold a regular market or fair was granted by the monarch, a bishop or a baron. It therefore served a secular purpose as a symbol of authority, and was an indication of a burgh’s relative prosperity. Historically, the term dates from the period before 1707 when Scotland was an autonomous kingdom, but it has been applied loosely to later structures built in the traditional architectural style of crosses or structures fulfilling the function of marking a settlement’s focal point. (Thank you Wikipedia) Aberdeen’s cross was constructed from granite and was designed by local architect John Montgomery in 1686.
History Nerd Alert #3
The Gordon Highlanders was the name of a British Army Infantry Regiment. It was active from 1881 to 1994, and I always thought that Gordon Highlander was a single person in Scotland’s history.
They used to hold public executions in the spot across from Old Blackfriar’s pub. Nothing like a good public execution to stir up an appetite for fine Scotch and good grub.
St. Nicholas Church
Courtyard at St Nicholas
I’m not very good at following rules. It’s a badge of honour that I have not yet ever spent time in jail. I certainly have done some things in my time that could have landed me there. In my wanderings out and about in Aberdeen, I have inadvertently broken the following Scottish laws today: [I can only hope that I don’t end up at the roofless Scottish prison in Edinburgh]
Took pictures in a shopping center
Took a picture of a police car and perhaps a police man[person]
Touched an old rusted propeller in a museum that had it labeled as something “too fragile to touch”
Read an article in a magazine in a store without purchasing it
Took pictures in a church
Took pictures of Scottish people without their permission [ In my defense though, no one will be able to recognized the aforementioned Scottish people.]
Aberdeen–you are a beautiful, unexpected breath of fresh air.
I arrived in Peru at the tail end of February 2010 in preparation for my awesome Machu Picchu trek leaving the first of March. That didn’t happen. I was a little bummed about not getting to see Machu Picchu, but in true adventurous spirit said to myself “I’ll be in South America for a while… we’ll see what happens.” I explored Cusco and Arequipa. I went on a tour of the floating islands on Lake Titicaca. And went sand-boarding on the dunes in Huacachina. I flew over the Nasca lines and marveled at the shapes. And then I put Peru out of my mind. I started on my first volunteer project in Cartegna and promptly put my missed opportunity at hiking the Inca Trail out of my mind.
But when meeting other travelers the conversation always seems to go somethitng like this:
Random Traveler: How long have you been traveling for? Where have you been?
Upon hearing that I have already been to Peru but did not get to see Machu Picchu, it inevitably goes like this:
Random Traveler: Dude! You have GOT to go to Machu Picchu. It’s EPIC. Your trip will be nothing if you don’t get to Machu Picchu.
At this point I don’t even bother trying to explain that anatural disaster occurred not long before I was to hike Machu Picchu and that I am grateful that said natural disaster did not occur while I was hiking Machu Picchu.
More time passed and I helped build eco-friendly hiking trails and count howler monkeys in the dry forest [which is a total misnomer since it’s soaking wet 6 months out of the year]. I catalogued orchids in a cloud forest. I tagged turtles on the Galapagos Islands. I climbed volcanoes in Ecuador. I caught malaria in the Amazon Rainforest. I volunteered in a health clinic and taught classes on respiratory infections, influenza, and tuberculosis. I chilled out and took surfing lessons on the coast. I went hiking in Keulap and Chachapoyas. I met up with friends in Cajamarca. I rented an apartment and hosted a Thanksgiving dinner with and for travelers.
And then my roommate asked me this question. In Novemeber.
“Someone just cancelled in my tour group to hike Machu Picchu. Do you want to take their place? It’s the first week of December.”
Did I? After all, 8 months earlier I came to Peru a month earlier than my first volunteer assignment required for the sole purpose of hiking Machu Picchu. But was that still a goal? At the risk of sounding extremely pretentious, Machu Picchu was becoming just another box to tick… just a way to impress my fellow travelers. I wasn’t helping anyone by climbing it. I wasn’t learning Inca culture and this wouldn’t be a culmination of assimilating all that knowledge. I had done so much more than I had originally intended to do, and I still had a half of a continent to explore.
“Oh and this isn’t the standard 4day/3night trek This is a 9day/8night 100km hike”
holyfuckingshit…. that’s a long ass hike I thought. And my roommate… she used to climb mountains. For fun. And for fun I like to sleep. And then before I realized the words were out of my mouth “I’m in,” and I had a paltry 6 weeks to get my ass into shape. There was no turning back after that. My previous longest hike was a measly 2 day 16 miler in Chachapoyas.
Did I go? Oh hell yeah. Was it amazing? Incredibly so. Was it the most physically and mentally challenging thing I have ever done in my life? Without a doubt. Was it worth it?
So perhaps you all are waiting to hear about how cool Machu Picchu is. Well, I hear it’s pretty awesome. I mean a lot of people have told me how awesome it is. How spiritual it is. How life-changing it is. I wish I could say the same. I wish I could say Machu Picchu fucking awesome. But alas, I cannot. At least not today. My first attempt to hike Machu Picchu in March 2010 and experience the amazing-ness that is Machu Picchu was a big-time epic failure. [spoiler alert: I finally did make it to Machu Picchu]
Machu Picchu, alpacas, hiking, amazing scenery, volcanoes… This is what I had in mind when I booked my flight to Peru and arranged my trek to Machu Picchu. What a perfect way to celebrate turning 30. The universe; however, had other plans. In January, there was a massive mudslide related to heavy rains in the area. The mudslides knocked out the train tracks and washed out some of the roads to the area. But this was January… surely everything would be fixed by end of February/first of March, I reasoned. But it was not to be. In typical Latin-American fashion, it took the government well over two months to restore the tracks and roads. Machu Picchu is by far one of the biggest sources of tourist revenue for the country. Around 2500 tourists per day visit Machu Picchu so you’d think opening the tracks would have been a bigger priority.
But no, it was still closed when I arrived in Cuzco, and my dreams of hiking Maccu Picchu dashed. I kept hearing different reports of when they would reopen, but turns out the roads/tracks re-opened in April… far later than I would have liked. The upside was that there were almost no tourists in Cuzco, and I had the city basically to myself, which was awesome! It was also a lot cheaper too. So yay for saving money.
So what do you do when your dreams of exploring Machu Picchu on your birthday are dashed? Drop back and punt, so to speak. Enter Cusco. Just as there’s more than one way to skin a cat; there’s more to the sacred valley than just Machu Picchu.
Cusco is an incredibly historic city. Back in the day, it was the capital of the Incan Empire, and is home to some pretty impressive Incan ruins other than Machu Picchu. It also has some impressive Spanish colonial architecture.
But there are some really cool sites around Cusco that I don’t think get the attention they deserve. First up Písaq. The Spanish built the present-day town of Pisac along the Urubamba River half a century after the conquest, but the surviving terraces of its predecessor, Inca Pisaq, are still draped across the mountains above less than three miles drive away.
The signature terraces – stacked 40 high – are visible throughout much of the switch-backed drive from the market. Their design takes advantage of mountain runoff by channeling it through the fields on its way to the river below. The terraces also served to prevent erosion and landslides, and contained rich soil hauled from the valley below that enabled Inca farmers to produce crops otherwise unsustainable at these altitudes. The buildings are scattered across nearly two square miles of the slope, and include fortifications, aqueducts, granaries, homes, and ceremonial spaces.
The ramparts of the Q’allaqasa – the citadel – contain 20 towers that overlook the site from a perch on the ridge above the terraces.
What appear to be the mouths of small caves in a nearly inaccessible hillside across a ravine from the settlement are actually the face of an Inca cemetery not yet fully excavated by archaeologists.
Incredibly enough, skeletons are still visible in some of the open-air crypts.
Next up, Ollantaytambo. In my opinion, Ollantaytambo is where Inca ruins come to life. The town is much bigger and better preserved than Písaq. Several Inca structures survive and have been continuously inhabited by their descendants. Ollantaytambo boasts some spectacular scenery, as well as agricultural terraces, well preserved Inca walls, as well as a partially constructed sun temple at the top. Built by the emperor Pachacuti, and a stronghold of the last independent Inca ruler, Manco II, it was eventually conquered by the Spanish. Ollantaytambo fell into to decline and ruin, although native Inca continued to live there and was rediscovered by European explorers in the 19th century.
So my amazing Machu Picchu trek where I hike for miles and commune with nature and have a spiritual experience was a bust, but it wasn’t a totally wasted trip to Peru. I did get to learn a lot about Inca history and it was the perfect jumping off place for my 16 month trip around South America.
Opposite attract, they say. Whoever ‘THEY’ are, they are right, at least in this case.
Me: Small-town Southern girl, likes quiet nights by the bonfire, wide-open spaces, tree-frogs and cicadas, roads with no traffic, sunny, summer days, and hot, sultry, summer nights.
Seattle: One of the top 20 largest cities in the USA, compact, traffic everywhere [but certainly not unmanageable], modern, progressive, cool, drizzly in fall and winter, crisp in Spring/Summer, insanely pretty… pretty much opposite in every way what I am used to.
I’m not sure why I’ve never visited Seattle before because there are so many things about the city that is awesome. My first visit in May 2012 I did all the touristy things like visit the Space Needle, hang out at Pike Place Market, go see the Seattle Sounders match, and visit some of the city’s best museums. I was also staying in a neighborhood [Green Lake] with friends so I got a different perspective than staying a city hotel. I went back to the city in October 2014, stayed in a different area [Queen Anne] and explored a slightly different side of Seattle [and then again in October 2016 for a quick visit before exploring more of Washington]. I did a city hike, explored gas works park, took a ferry across Elliott Bay, ate some amazing food [It happened to be restaurant week], and said hello to Lenin and the troll in Fremont.
Home of Starbucks and the Space Needle, Jimi Hendrix and the grunge movement [hello Everclear, my favorite 90s band… yes, I know they are from Portland], Pike Place Market and the Seahawks, Sounders, and SuperSoncis, Seattle is definitely a place worth visiting. Despite its stereotype of being gray and wet [it rained like 5% of the time i was there], Seattle is a place that I could conceivably call home… you know, if I ever leave the South and want to live in close proximity to a big city.
First tip: I’ve used CityPasses before is some of the other larger cities I’ve visited and found it to be a good value in terms of sites and cost. So I sought out a Seattle City Pass, which let me visit 6 of Seattle’s top destinations and activities, and though not part of the City Pass, my friend Cameron had a season pass to the Sounders, and couldn’t make it, so score! I got to go to my first Major League Soccer match.
The pass covers the Space Needle [2X–once during the day and once at night], the Seattle Aquarium, a harbor cruise, EMP, Woodland Park Zoo and Pacific Science Center or Chihuly gardens.
Here’s what I got to squeeze in:
Space Needle–The best-known feature in Seattle’s skyline, the Space Needle was built in 1961 in time for Seattle to host the 1962 World’s Fair. The 605-foot structure was a bit of an engineering feat [nerd factor: the “bottom” of the Needle is actually 30 feet underground to bring its center of gravity lower], and it has come to represent Seattle in everything from postcards to television shows. You can dine at the revolving SkyCity Restaurant, 500 feet off the ground, or check out the Observation Deck at 520 feet, which gives views out over downtown Seattle and Puget Sound. With your City Pass, take the elevators up once during the day, and then return at dusk to witness darkness falling over Seattle and the city lighting up.
check out those blue skies and high cirrus clouds
Starbucks [the original one]–While at Pike Place, head across the street from the market and visit the world’s very first Starbucks. It was from this unassuming location that the coffee giant began its world domination in 1971. After hours, is about the only time you can get a photo without a ton of people standing in line.
pretending to be Jimi Hendrix at Experience Music Project
the glass garden–Glass artist Dale Chihuly is originally from Washington, and the Gardens and Glass at Seattle Center is a permanent exhibit of some of his work. Indoors, you’ll find large glass exhibits lit up in darkened rooms, and outdoors are glass sculptures that blend in to the gardens. It opened the week I was there so I can say I was among the first to visit the museum.
Seattle Aquarium–With the pass in hand, pop on in to the Seattle Aquarium. You’ll see all sorts of fish and sea creatures, but the real must-sees here are the room of Puget Sound natives (fish and plant life), and the otters and fur seals. Learn about the kinds of life found in the waters around Seattle, and then head into the building next door to watch some adorable sea and river otters frolicking, and some massive fur seals swimming around in zoo-like enclosures.
Harbor Cruise in Eliot Bay
Museum of Flight at Boeing Field–I am such an #av8geek, that this was a must for me. The Museum of Flight covers all aspects of flight history – from the very first airplanes to space travel. There’s one gigantic warehouse space filled with all manner of aircraft, a mock control tower, a space exhibit, rooms dedicated to WWI and WWII, and even commercial jets and an old Air Force One plane outside that you can walk through. It not only includes planes of all shapes and sizes, but also interactive features and tons of history to read about. You can book bi-plane rides outside the museum, or (if you’ve really got the money), sign up to ride in a B-17 or B-24 bomber.
And beautiful mountain ranges surrounding the city.
Today is Thanksgiving Day in the USA. It is not, and has never been one of my favorite holidays mainly because my Thanksgivings have never been anything special. I am an unmarried only child with next to no extended family. So there isn’t a huge gathering with lots of people and there never has been. Yes, we have turkey and mashed potatoes, but that’s about it for ‘traditional’ Thanksgiving food. No pies. Nothing cranberry related. It’s a minimally themed Thanksgiving dinner for about 3 people. This year, like most years since I went in to health care, I spent the actual holiday at the hospital, but four years ago during my year off, I had the best Thanksgiving ever in Peru, of all places. My roommate, Emily, and I, along with a couple other Americans including my friend Corinna hosted an international Thanksgiving for about 25-30 in our little 2 bedroom apartment in Huanchaco, Peru. We had Americans, Canadians, English, and Australians, Peruvians, Brazilians, and Argentinians, French, German, and Dutch, and a smattering of other nationalities. Basically we opened up the door and invited everyone, and for travelers, the tiniest bits of home can sustain a month or more of travel.
I started my day in the ocean…my third attempt at surfing. For the first time, I caught a wave instead of the waves catching me. It was awesome. I made mashed potatoes for a group. They were awesome. We had a turkey. And lots of pie. And wine and pisco sours. Food. Friends. Futbol. No [american] football though. We had our Thanksgiving on Tuesday not Thursday, but that wasn’t important. And then the group broke up. Some left that night. I left two days later. Emily stayed a little longer, but for me, Thanksgiving with relative strangers, all of whom were away from home, was the best Thanksgiving ever.
The turkey…just as tasty as at home
The spread–turkey, potatoes, gravy, vegetable quiche, wine [much more than I had this year]
Another table with just desserts–cake, rum-marinated fruit, pear things [not sure what they were, but oh so tasty…
Sweet potatoes with melted marshmallows on top
Brought to you by your lovely hostesses Emily, Michelle, and Corinna.
The Anglesey Sea Zoo is one of the coolest aquariums I have ever been to. And the fact that it is called a sea zoo instead of an aquarium just makes it that much cooler. Let’s just go with awesome. It’s awesome.
There is a very striking stained glass window in the entrance.
As you walk in, there are open ponds which contain fish and mollusks. These first pond contain all fish and such from cold seas like these wolf eels.
Wolf eels are not, how shall we say it nicely, cute. They are quite hideous; only their mothers love them. Mama wolf eels and their future mates. We humans could learn a lot from wolf eels. Wolf eels mate for life, and the pair takes special care of its eggs as they develop. Beginning around age seven, the female lays up to 10,000 eggs at a time, then coils around them and uses her body to shape the eggs into a neat sphere roughly the size of a grapefruit.When she’s settled, the male coils around her as an added layer of protection. The female continues massaging the eggs periodically as they develop, helping to circulate water around the eggs to keep them supplied with oxygen. Eggs take about four months to hatch.
Males and Females. Together for life. Working together to ensure a successful outcome for their children. All 10,000 of them. Good thing they don’t have to send the kids to college.
And these well camouflaged flounders merging with the bottom of the tank.
These flounders are masters of disguise, able to blend into a variety of backgrounds. Their skin can imitate the different colors and textures found on the seafloor. They can look like sand one minute, and a rocky bottom the next. The can change colors in 2-8 seconds. The color of the little fishy can also indicated their mood; threatened little fishes are usually pale. Just like me. When I’m threatened all the color drains out of my face. The flounder is an ambush predator. He lays motionless and waits for potential prey to appear and grabs it in a blink of an eye. Little shrimpies have no chance.
The next room contains tanks set into the wall where some striking sea anemones call home.
And some very fine looking starfish.
Clownfish–made famous in the movie Finding Nemo—I found him…
In the next room there is a dogfish
Anglesey Sea Zoo was the first aquarium I ever visited. Even now it is still one of the coolest aquariums I have ever seen.
The second post in my series of haunted places…[in case you’ve missed it, I’ve featured cemeteries and other final resting places earlier this month]. This week it’s a story from a little place in Romania…
A story [based in history]
Once upon a time, there lived a prince in a kingdom called Wallachian. He was no Prince Charming. His name was Vlad Tepes. Stories of his cruelty and thirst for blood abound – stories that make even Stalin, Hitler or Ivan the Terrible seem compassionate by comparison…Vlad was a sadistic bastard and gained the name ‘Tepes’ (‘impaler’) honestly. His favorite form of punishing his enemies included driving a wooden stake carefully through the victim’s anus emerging from the body just below the shoulder in such a way as to not pierce any vital organs. Best to ensure maximum suffering prior to death and his methods ensured at least 48 hours torture before death.
Impalement was Vlad Tepes’ favorite method of torture, but it was by not his only method. The list of tortures employed by our sadistic prince included nails in the heads, cutting off of limbs, blinding, strangulation, burning, cutting off of noses and ears, mutilation of sexual organs (especially for women), scalping, skinning, boiling, exposure to the elements or to wild animals and burning alive. He was the one everyone warned their daughters about.
Now, to be fair, it is impossible to verify all of these stories. There was no such thing as facebook and blogs and cameras and such in the 15th century. Much of the information we have about evil little Vlad comes from pamphlets published in Germany and Russia and the German pamphlets, were probably politically inspired. In fact pamphlets were a form of mass entertainment in society when the printing press was just coming into widespread use. Much like the subject of Some Celebrity’s latest downward spiral into doom, the life and times of the Wallachian tyrant were easily sensationalized and given the numerous reprints.
Vlad– auf Deutch –was portrayed as an inhuman monster who terrorized the land and butchered the innocent with sadistic glee. The Russian version took a somewhat more measured view, however. Young Vlad was presented as a cruel but just prince whose actions were directed toward the greater good of his people. No matter what language the stories agree remarkably well as to specifics–Vlad the Impaler was a sick bastard.
How Vlad became Dracula:
His princely father, Vlad II, was called Vlad Dracul (from the Latin ‘draco’, meaning ‘dragon’) after the chivalric Order of the Dragon accredited to him by Sigismund of Luxembourg in 1431. The Romanian name Draculea – literally ‘son of Dracul’ – was bestowed on Vlad Tepes by his father, and was used as a term of honor. Another meaning of ‘draco’, however, was ‘devil’ and this was the meaning that Stoker’s novel popularized.
In search of Vlad:
Vlad was born in the Romanian town of Sighisoara.
They seem to be pretty proud of their native son in Sighisoara.
Sighisoara is a UNESCO world heritage site so should Vlad return from the dead today, he’d still be able to find his way around.
Dracula’s Castle [for tourists]–but really Dominic’s house
Bran Castle, situated near Braşov, Romania, is a national monument and landmark. It was built by the Teutonic Knights in (or around) 1212, after they had been relocated from Palestine to the Kingdom of Hungary. The fortress is situated on the border between Transylvania and Wallachia. In addition to its unique architecture, the castle is famous because of persistent myths that it was once the home to our villain, Vlad the Impaler. According to most accounts, Vlad spent two days in the Bran dungeon, as the area was occupied by the Ottoman Empire at the time. Because of the (disputed) connections between Vlad and the fictional character Dracula, the castle is marketed to foreign tourists as Dracula’s Castle.
The castle is open to tourists, who can view the inside by themselves or as part of a guided tour. At the bottom of the hill is a small park to which examples of traditional Romanian peasant structures (cottages, barns, etc.) from across the country have been moved.
The castle passed through royal hands for many generations. For many years at the beginning of the 20th century, it was the principal home of Queen Marie, who, despite her British birth and upbringing, became quite a Romanian patriot. The castle is decorated largely with artifacts from her time, including traditional furniture and tapestries that she collected to highlight Romanian crafts and skills. It was inherited by her daughter Princess Ileana of Romania, and was later seized by the Communist government of Romania in 1948. For many years it was tended to erratically, but after 1980′s restoration and the Romanian Revolution of 1989, it became a tourist destination. The legal heir of the castle is the Princess’s son Dominic von Habsburg and in 2006 the Romanian government returned it to him (Habsburg is currently an architect in New York City and probably never designed something so fancy)
The Real Dracula’s Castle
one final view of the citadel–it was a dark and stormy night day [oh come, oh….you know I couldn’t resist]
The story of how this fortress was constructed also involves a tale of revenge… Early in his reign, Vlad Dracula gave a feast to celebrate Easter. Vlad was well aware that many of these same nobles were part of the conspiracy that had led to his father’s assassination and the blinding and then burying alive of his elder brother, Mircea. Many had also played a role in the overthrow of numerous Wallachian princes. During the feast Vlad asked his noble guests how many princes had ruled during their lifetimes. All of the nobles present had outlived several princes. None had seen less then seven reigns. Vlad immediately had all the assembled nobles arrested. The older nobles and their families were impaled on the spot. The younger and healthier nobles and their families were marched north to the ruins of his castle in the mountains above the Arges River. The enslaved nobles and their families were forced to labor for months rebuilding the old castle with materials from a nearby ruin. According to the reports, they labored until the clothes fell off their bodies and then were forced to continue working naked. Yep, ol’ Vlad was a sick bastard.
Lake Vidraru–only 1km away from Vlad’s fortress… I might have impaled people too for that view… It’s amazing.
In the end, I learned a lot of interesting history–some of it quite disturbing–but I didn’t find any vampires, evil villains, or rich princes [Dominic must not have been home], but I did find Vampire Wine–[oh yeah, I bought some]
I have begun to expect the unexpected whenever I decide to go for a hike. It doesn’t seem to matter if it is a long, planned months in advance hike or a spur-of-the-moment trip 30 minutes from my house. Something unexpected is going to happen. Such was the case when I tottled down to Ninety Six, South Carolina to wander around the Ninety Six Historical Site.
Ninety Six is an easy day trip from midlands or upstate South Carolina. Piedmont or low mountains North Carolina, and upper Georgia. Ninety Six is also an important historical part of the Revolutionary War.
Ninety Six began as a crossroads between the English/Scottish Irish/German settlers that left Charles Town in search of a more prosperous way of life and the Cherokee that already lived in the area. Ninety Six was the only town [early 1700’s] in the Carolina back country and Cherokee Indians traded deer skin for guns and metal with the settlers who then took the deer skins back to Charles Town and sold it to merchants who then shipped it to England. Ninety Six was an important strategical location as nearly all Indian tribes west of the Cherokee traded with the French and all tribes east of Ninety Six traded with the English. Over time the Cherokee began to distrust the English [and French] which lead to the Anglo-Cherokee War of 1760. The Cherokee reclaimed almost all of the back country but Ninety Six remained under British control.
The lingering tensions from the Cherokee-Anglo War contributed to the backcountry’s division. Feeling neglected by the government in Charleston, facing high taxes, crime, and Indian raids, settlers on the frontier demanded more law and order in the back country. Vigilantes took justice into their own hands: patrolling roads, hunting criminals, and whipping offenders. Eventually the crisis ended without much violence, but unrest among settlers lingered.
By the early 1770s, Ninety Six contained approximately twelve houses, public buildings, and a few businesses. The town boasted an imposing two story brick jail and a courthouse. An observer noted: “Ninety Six is situated on an eminence in a flourishing part of the country, the land round about it is generally good. Natural growth is Oaks, Black Walnut, Hickery, etc., which are very large and thrifty. The land is cleared for a mile round the Town. It produces wheat, Indian Corn, oats, Hemp, Flax, Cotton, and Indigo.”
There happened to be some re-enacting going on…and demonstration of weapon firing.
Twenty years later:
The fledgling American colonies have declared its independence from Great Britain. The war has been on-going for 5 years. Great Britain’s latest strategy is to retain control of the Southern Colonies while admitting defeat in the Northern ones. The Siege of Ninety Six in 1781 was the longest siege of the American Revolution and pitted American vs American in the form of Patriots vs Loyalists. It was as if the truce agreed upon a mere six years earlier had never happened.
The STAR FORT and THE MINE [from the National Parks Service website]
When you walk out to the Historic battlefield, you’re walking on hallowed ground. The siege trenches are partially reconstructed, but the Star Fort is original. Construction of the Star Fort started in December 1780 and finished in early 1781. It was built by Loyalist soldiers (loyal to the King of England) & slaves from nearby farms and plantations. It wasn’t a very popular design because it was hard to build, and couldn’t hold many troops, but Loyalist engineer Lt. Henry Haldane decided that an eight-point star fort would be better for the site than a tradition square fort. The star shape allowed musket and cannon fire in all directions. The Start Fort had a gun battery which was located near the bottom center point in the picture. The long mound of dirt in the center of the picture is called a Traverse and was built during the Patriot siege of Star Fort (May 22- June 18, 1781). It was to be used as a second line of defense in case the Patriots breached the Star Fort walls. The Start Fort was an earthen fort. As you see it today is pretty much how it looked in 1781. The Star Fort walls were originally about 14 feet high with sand bags around the top giving it a height of about 17 feet during the battle. The walls are a little weather worn in places, but are original. No major reconstruction has been done to the fort.
The Mine has nothing to do with traditional mining, instead it was used by the Patriots (those fighting for independence from England) during the Siege of Star Fort at Ninety Six, May 22- June 18, 1781. The Loyalists (those living in the Colonies that were fighting for the King of England) held the Star Fort and General Nathanael Greene and his Patriot Army tried to take the Star Fort away from the Loyalists. Under the direction of Colonel Thaddeus Kosciuszko, the Chief Engineer of the Patriot Army, the Patriots dug a mine gallery out from the 3rd parallel. The idea was for the Patriots to dig the Mine underneath the Star Fort, pack it with gunpowder, and then blow it up, thus allowing the Patriots to storm the Loyalist held Star Fort. Patriot Sappers (trench diggers) and slaves borrowed from nearby plantations dug into the hard red clay to dig the mine. They had to suffer from the heat, bugs, broken shovels, Loyalist cannon fire, and Loyalist sorties (attacks made from a place surrounded by the enemy). After dark on June 9, 1781, a small group of Loyalists, under Lt. Colonel John Harris Cruger, attacked the Patriot sappers digging the mine. A British account stated that the Loyalists “discovered a subterraneous passage in which. . . miners were at work, every man of whom was put to death, and their tools brought into the garrison.” (The Royal Gazette,August 25-29, 1781) It was during this sortie that Colonel Kosciuszko was wounded in “his seat of honor” with a Loyalist bayonet, but was able to make it back to safety within Patriot lines.
In the 1973, archeologists actually found a bayonet blade near where Kosciuszko was wounded. The Mine was never used for its intended purpose because the siege was lifted before it could be used. In the 1920s, the entrance to the Mine was stabilized with brick. During the 1940-60s, local children used the Mine as a playhouse before the National Park Service took over its care. In the 1970s, archeologists wrote that the Mine was still intact except. Only 35 feet of the right gallery had collapsed. The Mine was re-opened again in April 2004. Today we know that the Mine starts with a 6 foot vertical shaft from the 3rd parallel then 2 galleries (or branches) go to toward the Star Fort. On average the Mine is 3 feet tall in most places. As the above picture indicates shovel and pick marks can still be seen in the walls along with niches that were carved out for candles for the Patriots to work by. The Mine at Ninety Six National Historic Site is the only mine that was used during the American Revolution.
One of the log cabins on site at Ninety Six Historical Site
The hike is a moderate hike using parts of the Cherokee Trail, Charlestown Road, and the Goucey Trail. Parts of the trail allow for horses while parts are fairly rustic. An unidentified cemetery lies just off the marked trail that leads to Ninety Six Lake. The entire loop was just over 6 miles. It took 3 hours including stopping for lunch at the lake, searching for the unidentified cemetery, and reading historical markers.
daffodils along the trail
1780’s men weren’t very big.
The unexpected isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it is serendipity and my hike through the trails at Ninety Six certainly paid off. At the beginning of the hike the temperatures was around 50F, and by the end there were snowflakes.
When I was little, my fiercest desire was to be a National Geographic Photographer. [Or a veternarian] I was the elementary school kid reading National Geographic and being mesmerized by the stories and photographs on those pages. I stalked my cat–hardly taking National Geographic-worthy images, but getting some really good shots of her. I took my little camera everywhere and there were tons of pictures to prove it.
Fast forward 20 or so years… I still take a camera with me everywhere. I still stalk my cat. [not the same cat, obvs] I know that I will probably never be published in National Geographic, but that doesn’t stop me from traveling. And taking pictures. And making up stories to go with the pictures. The only [well, not the ONLY] difference between me and those National Geographic photographers–I don’t get paid to do what I love… not one little cent. In fact, every trip I take, costs money… $100 for a weekend trip away to $1000 or more for a month away. I could play golf or tennis or going out, but I choose traveling as my hobby of choice. I absolutely loved my time in South America. I would do it again in a heart beat.
international friends crammed onto our tiny sofa in the Peruvian apartment
Part II… [The ‘normal’ life]
I have a job that I love. It is not travel related at all. It is not location independent. I rarely have weekends off. I have to be where I have a license to practice [currently SC and NC]. I have to be where there are sick children. I am in graduate school to hopefully get to what is my dream job… As it is, the program will take me about 4 years or so to finish. I have an address. I have a car and a cat. And I like that.
Part III… [Straddling the line]
How do I make it work? I work in a field where 3 days a week is considered full-time. I choose to work on an as needed basis [I am almost always needed somewhere so there no fear there] so that I can make my own schedule. Do I get paid time off? Nope. Insurance paid partly by the company? Nope. Participation in the company’s retirement plan? Nope, again. Do I get ‘guaranteed’ hours each week? Nope, but neither do the full-timers [I may be the first to go, but not usually the only one].
So how do I make it work?
First, I buy insurance as if I were self-employed. I have a catastrophic health plan with a Health Savings Account attached to it [Tax benefits#1]. I am generally a healthy person and don’t take any medications on a regular basis. Second, I opened up an IRA on my own. Non-profits generally don’t have the best plans anyway, and I don’t have to wait until I am vested should I want to leave. [Tax benefit #2]. Third, I work in different facilities. This way, if one place slows down, I can usually pick up more time at the other place. It’s a win-win situation. Fourth, I have a $100 a week deposited into a separate account. This is my discretionary income. I could use it to go shopping or out to eat or whatever; I choose to use it to travel. $5200/year can go a long way. Fifth, I let my boss[es] know that traveling is a priority for me. When I am home, I am available to work 95% of the time. When I go away, I am not. It’s that simple.
Since starting this way of life in 2007, I have managed to take 16 months off to travel in South America, one month off to travel in New England and Quebec, Canada, another month to enjoy Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Yosemite National Park, San Francisco, Seattle, and Mt. Rainier National Park, and another month to travel in Central/ Eastern Europe.
People constantly tell me how jealous they are of all my travels. They tell me how “lucky” I am. They say they wish they could travel like I do.
But you know what?
They absolutely can do it.They just choose not to. For whatever reason. [Usually it’s a job, relationship, home, money, or some combination of these four things that holds people back]
A lot of travel blogs are written by professional nomads who are actively traveling. Or people who have been professional nomads at one point. Many of them lack a home address, and can fit most of their worldly possessions into a [somewhat large] backpack. [I have one of those too] They flit from here to there to back again, and we ordinary people think –“wow, I wish I could do that”, or “this is so awesome that I will never be able to do that”, or “I would do that if I didn’t have significant other/mortgage/car payments/ kids or whatever.”
We psyche ourselves out and buy into a lot of misconceptions about living a life full of travel. We begin to believe things like:
You must be rich to travel.
You must be single to travel.
You must be brave and outgoing to travel.
You must be free from responsibility to travel.
We convince ourselves that we can never be one of “those people” because we have a job and debt and a family and pets.
These misconceptions are just that — misconceptions. You can travel without being rich and single. [Although I am currently single, I am certainly not rich. I traveled for nine months with a boyfriend at home] You can travel without being particularly adventurous [ I am not the most outgoing soul. There are things that I will never do voluntarily such as jumping out of a plane or off a bridge with a rubber band on my ankles] And, most of all, you can travel without completely setting aside responsibility. [Find a good pet sitter/house sitter. Find a job that allows a modicum of flexibility. Work two part-time jobs if necessary.]
There are ways to have a normal life and a traveler’s life…you just have to be more creative to make that happen than you do in either one.
I’m not going to lie and say it’s easy, though. Because it’s not. If you have a strict work schedule or a young family or a lot of debt to pay off, it may be challenging to live your “ordinary” life and still manage to fit in travel.
But just because something is challenging doesn’t mean it’s impossible.
Here are some tips for how to fit travel into your ordinary life:
Start saving now. It’s never too early to start saving for a trip. Even just setting aside $25 per week can go a long way quickly [$1300/year and you will probably never miss it]
Plan your dream vacation. Even if you won’t be able to take it right away, planning a vacation can keep you upbeat about traveling and give you something to look forward to. I really, really, really want to go to Spain, but I want to have the time to do it right. The right time for Spain is not now, but it will happen…someday.
Make the most of vacation time and holidays. Americans get a raw deal in my opinion when it comes to vacation time. 2 weeks is a joke, and if it’s like most places I know, you can’t even do the two weeks consecutively. If your employer isn’t cool about letting you work overtime or giving you unpaid days off, you’ll have to get creative in order to make the most of the vacation time you have. You can stretch your 2 weeks much further if you plan travel around paid holidays, or if you can elect to work your holidays and save them up for later.
Don’t wait for someone to travel with. I would love to have a travel partner, but no one I know wants to travel the way I do. They all have full-time jobs and/or small kids. Sometimes it’s hard enough just to be able to coordinate dinner with friends. But that doesn’t mean you should forego travel. It just means you may need to consider adding “solo travel” to your vocabulary.
Pick up new hobbies. I am a shutterbug. Part of my reason for traveling is wanting to capture a fresh perspective on life. And see some amazing scenery along the way. I have taught photography in Peru, public health in Brazil, and English in Mexico. I have helped with sea turtle conservation in South Carolina and Uruguay and animal conservation in Ecuador and the Galapagos Islands. I have volunteered with big cats in Bolivia. My goal is to volunteer my way around the world.
Take advantage of all opportunities. Right along with picking up new hobbies, be sure to take advantage of any travel opportunities that those hobbies might afford you. For example, I traveled a lot during college because I was on our the fencing team. We weren’t great and didn’t get to compete internationally [like Notre Dame’s football game in Ireland this year–so jealous], but we did get to go to a lot of places in the USA that I would have never thought of visiting before… and it was [mostly] paid for by the school.
Most of all [and this one is important]
Don’t make excuses. Any excuse you can make about why you can’t/don’t travel can be overcome. I’ve seen parents eschew traditional schools in favor of the education traveling gives. I’ve seen professionals take jobs in other countries. I’ve seen couples travel in a RV [or motorcycle] from Alaska to Argentina. I’ve seen people start location independent businesses so they can be anywhere. In the famous words of Nike–JUST DO IT.
Life is surreal sometimes, and we never know what might happen. It’s been six years since I witnessed my friend get run over by a car right in front of her house just a few hours before I left to travel New England in the fall. It was October 2011, and yet it feels like yesterday.
Tonight [or more accurately last night since it is now well past 3a] I saw a friend of mine get hit by a car. She was pronounced dead about an hour after after it happened. To be fair, we weren’t best friends, but we did have a fair amount of classes together at Clemson, and I have studied at her house quite a bit so not only did I know her, I knew her husband and kids too. Tricia was a non-trad student–like me, but she was tons more outgoing that I will ever be. Tricia had one goal for her education–and that was to become a physician. She didn’t waiver. She didn’t have any doubts. She knew that she would go to Clemson, then go to medical school, and then be an Emergency Department physician. I was always impressed by that. I always have doubts of whether I should go to medical school or not, whether I should go to nursing school or not–what exactly my career path should be. I have doubts about whether to get married or not. Tricia married Warren right out of high school, and never thought twice about it. I question constantly whether I ever want to get married, and sometimes whether I even want to be in a relationship.
Is it harder to be here one minute and gone the next? Or is it harder to suffer for awhile and then just pass into the next beyond? Tricia was older than me, but not by that much, and the way she died was a freak accident.. One minute she was here, and then JUST LIKE THAT, she was gone–hit by a car while trying to help a neighbor’s dog who had been hit by a different car. I know the details; I have worked in an ER. This wasn’t the first time I have had brain tissue on my hands, but it was the first time I’ve held brains of a friend. She wasn’t alone when she died; she had the love of her life beside her.
I stopped by her house after work to drop off MCAT books. I was planning to stay only a few minutes; I’m leaving for vacation later today. But Tricia wanted to show me her new kitchen, so I went in and looked around. It was nice. I was there when there was a knock on the door. I was there when Tricia put on her shoes to go look at the injured dog. I was there when Warren went to the neighbor’s house to tell them their dog had been hit by a car. I was standing in their driveway when I heard the car’s engine rev up. I was still standing there when I heard a thud. The rest of what happened was in slow motion.
The car kept going. I ran to Tricia. Warren screamed. She was still alive when I got to her but her head was split open. I tried to stop the bleeding. Eventually an ambulance came. Warren went with her. I went home…blood [and brains] still on my hands and scrubs.
When you see someone you know have their life snuffed out in front of you, it leaves a permanent mark. Because sometimes people have an affect on your life….even if you aren’t particularly aware of it at the time.
So…to Tricia…you are in a better place. I know you wanted to be here to live your dream of becoming a physician, of seeing your daughter go to prom and graduate high school…to see your son graduate from Clemson…to grow old with your husband. Your family will miss you. Your friends will miss you, but you have inspired many people to follow their dreams. I am one of those people. Rest in peace, Tricia, my friend.
As I look around the house tonight, I see her in everything that surrounds me. The way she painted the walls, the decorations, the smells and my two awesome kids that have her personality. I miss her so very much.
Here is the story, the other night we were just sitting watching tv and catching up with a friend, when we here a knock at the front door. It is a lady that asks if our dog is out because someone just hit one. I get my shoes on and so does Tricia. Sure enough the neighbors’ dog has been hit and is lying in the ditch, dying. I go to check the neighbors’ door, but no one is home. I turn around and head back to the dog, by the time I get half way across the lawn, I hear a motor revving and then a thump. Someone has just hit my darling Tricia. I run to her and cradle her in my arms, all the while screaming for help and for someone to call an ambulance. In my eyes she is still as beautiful as the day I meet her. I tell her I love her and I am here for her. I think she can hear me so I continue to tell her to hang on and I love her. The ambulance takes her to the hospital where she passes away. Life will never be the same.
The 24 year old girl who hit her is arrested for felony DUI and Manslaughter, but is already out on bail of $10,000 tonight.
We’ve all heard the saying “Life is short.” And, sometimes, it is.
But life is also unpredictable.
Even though we all probably have dreams and goals and plans for our lives, there are certain things we have no control over.
Our lives could be going along on right on track, only to be shattered by something we could never have seen coming.
A tornado that rips through a neighborhood. A flood that devastates a city. And these are just the unpredictable things nature can bring about. There are also accidents, health problems, financial woes…
Life is too fleeting and changeable to take for granted.
I know where I would like my life to be headed in the coming months and years. But there are no guarantees that things will go as planned. In fact, more likely than not, nothing will go as planned.
How often do we hear others say, “Oh, I’ll travel when I retire,” “I’ll travel when the kids are grown,” “I’ll travel when the house is paid off”? I hear these excuses all the time. But you know what happens? Age. And stress. And, well, life.
Life happens, and by the time you retire and your kids are grown and your house is paid off, you might have bad knees and weak lungs and you simply can’t visit all those places you dreamed about in your youth.
How sad. I don’t want to end up like that, holding on to youthful travel dreams that will never be reality.
So I travel now, in whatever way and to whatever place I can. I scrimp and I save and I make it happen. I volunteer. I get grants. I grasp at every opportunity and unique adventure.
I travel with reckless abandon — often to the detriment of my wallet, but to the benefit of my soul.
Is this wise? Probably not, especially if you’re a long-term traveler. But, for someone like me who tends to take shorter trips to distant places, I attack travel with a no-holds-barred attitude.
Unique experiences–If I think they are worth it, then I will not hesitate to shell out for them . Sure, I’d like to think I’ll be back to Ireland or Italy or Argentina someday. But what if I never make it back?
I don’t want to have any regrets in my life, and this includes travel regrets.
I know not everyone shares this philosophy, though. Many travelers stick to a strict budget so they can travel for as long as possible. Others simply don’t want to pay for anything beyond the necessities.
Why would you come literally halfway around the world to hoard your money? Would you go to China and not visit the Great Wall because it costs money? Would you go to Italy and skip visiting the Vatican because it requires an admission ticket?
There are so many worthwhile experiences to be had in the world — and yes, many of them require money. But it’s my travel philosophy that you shouldn’t deny yourself any of these experiences just because they come with a price-tag.
If you are privileged enough to be able to afford to travel, then you should attack it with curiosity and vigor and a sense of adventure. And to hell with the bank account.
So travel now. Make memories. And enjoy your life. Because you never know if a car will mow you down in front of your house.
At the end of the day, I’d rather die with a million memories than a million dollars.
Money won’t comfort me on my deathbed, but knowing that I lived a full and fulfilling life might.
Whatever your dreams are, follow them… because you never know what might happen…
Hi, I’m Michelle and this is my own little corner of the interwebs where I write, share photos, and interact with others in the blog-o-shpere. So in addition to that–Who am I? I am –in one way or another– the following: hiker + backpacker + swimmer + pediatric respiratory therapist + registered nurse + avid traveler + cat parent + gardener + photographer + medical science junkie + adventure-seeker + DIY enthusiast + voracious reader + history and science nerd + football fanatic + aging athlete + wannabe chef + trying not to succumb to the trappings of a 9-5 life. And beginning in 2018, a Peace Corps Volunteer in Madagascar.
Everyday life doesn’t have to be routine. Anyone can do just about anything he or she wants to do– sometimes one has to find creative ways in doing it. Sometimes one has to tear down the barriers that might stopping them. Everyday is an opportunity to choose your own adventure. That is what I ultimately write about.
Charleston + Portland + Vancouver + London + Cardiff + Bristol + Asheville + Wilmington + Atlanta + Richmond + Savannah + Knoxville + Thru-hike the Foothills Trail
Charleston + Reykjavik + Stockholm + Orlando + St Augustine + Seattle + Columbia River Valley WA and OR + Portland + Pacific Crest Trail + Wales Coast Path + Charlotte + Ocracoke Island + Kitty Hawk + Great Smokey Mountain National Park
Charleston + Asheville + Tybee Island + Budapest + Pecs + Vienna + Prague + Berlin + Copenhagen + Stockholm + London + Washington DC + Montreal + Quebec City
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