The loop that I chose started at a covered bridge near the mill, followed Slippery Rock Creek to the next bidge, and then returned to the mill. The whole while, I was surrounded by rushing water, towering rock walls, fly-fishermen, and tons of boulders.
The Blessing of the Fleet in conjunction with the 100th anniversary of the Golden Meadow, LA Catholic Church – Our Lady of Prompt Succor. The Blessing of the Fleet is not a new tradition: it’s been present in some form or another among the French-Catholic fishing communities of South Louisiana for nearly 300 years.
The last collection of images from Parker’s NYC tour is a catch-all of whatever didn’t fit neatly into the previous categories: Chinatown, the subway, the Museum of Natural History, Wall Street, and Radio City Music Hall.
I will go right ahead and say it; this is one of the most impressive places I have ever visited. We explored the museum for about 5 hours… 4 hours roaming around at our leisure, and then 1 hour running around like maniacs trying to catch a glimpse of as much of the rest of the place as possible.
NYC trip 5 of 10: Coney. Parker visits a desolate Coney Island, “At first it seemed a bit foolish to go when it would be so deserted and with none of the amusement park rides going. But it turned out to be a pretty good turn of events”
If you find yourself on the north end of town in San Francisco, follow the coast east from the Golden Gate Bridge, just passed Presidio Beach, and you will come to a small spit of land that juts out into the bay. Follow the stone-lined road passed St. Francis and Golden Gate Yacht Club, and you will find yourself surrounded by water and stone ruins. You have located San Francisco’s Wave Organ – defined on the Exploratorium website as, “a wave-activated acoustic sculpture.”
On the north side of the Golden Gate Bridge lies the other half of Golden Gate National Recreational Area and the Marin Headlands – a lush rolling land that dips down to the water for some fantastic views of the bay area.
If you’re visiting the San Francisco Bay Area for any amount of days, I would say that Muir Woods National Monument belongs on your list of must-see locations. We rented a car to get there, but the park is just a hop and a skip over the Golden Gate Bridge – 16 miles from downtown San Francisco.
On our 10 year anniversary trip to San Francisco, there was one area that had us coming back again and again. The Mission District, also known as “The Mission”, is chock full of delicious cheap eats, truly quirky shops, and historical sites.
Three friends adventure into Texas’ Big Bend National Park. 7 minute Video plus Photos! We made several stops in near Johnson City and Fredericksburg, looking for last minute gear. We passed through a storm front that was pretty strong and had dropped the temperature from the 80’s down to what felt like the mid 50’s.
Our last island stop was Kaua’i, which was probably the most lush and beautiful of the islands. I would say it was probably the most Hawaii-looking, if that makes sense. But having said that, our first stop was Waimea Canyon, which is the Grand Canyon of Hawaii. And like that Grand Canyon, it really is […]
Kona was the second day on the big island. Hilo on the east, and now Kona on the west. This is the only place we went where the cruise ship couldn’t come right to shore. Life boats took people in groups of 40 to port every few minutes. The rest of my party went on […]
Maui – a really gorgeous place, with postcard worthy images wherever you turn. And to start it off, we decided to go on the most nerve-racking expedition possible… the Road to Hana! It was only after we made the trip that we started noticing t-shirts for sale in most shops proclaiming ‘I survived the Road […]
In O’ahu, we spent most of our time in the capitol city, Honolulu. Our hotel was right along the beach, providing us with a terrific view. Activity along the strip was pretty active as you would imagine. Even going out at 5 in the morning, people could still be found lounging around the shore. The […]
Flew into O’ahu and stayed there for the first two days of the trip. Hotel was in Honolulu right on the beach providing a terrific view. After the first two days, we boarded the ship and set sail. Here are a few shots around our ship, followed by a selection of shots taken at all […]
Trailhead 9:15 AM. The first two miles of the west rim trail are extremely strenuous, unforgiving, switchbacks. Most trails level out now and then, but this stretch seemed to be entirely uphill. About a fourth into the 2-mile climb, I caught up with a gentleman from Florida…
On Monday morning I speed-hiked down the West Rim Trail. On the canyon floor, I shuttled to Watchman campground, set up camp, and filled my belly with a delicious Beef Ravioli MRE – one of the best yet! I crammed all electronics and paper documents into waterproof bags and stuffed those bags into my backpack. Today I would hike The Narrows.
Hiking up the east rim from the canyon floor was strenuous – switchback after switchback with short spurts of level terrain interspersed. Toward the end of the climb, thighs and calves on fire, I took solace in the fact that the return trip downhill would be a cakewalk.
A self-guided, three raft, seventeen day trip rafting trip down the Colorado river. There were eight of us, and it was a mixed group of awesome people. Three members had rafted the canyon previously and were oaring the rafts, Four of us were adventure-seekers who knew someone else on the trip but little else, and one poor soul who had never even camped in a tent before.
Designed to defend New Orleans from the Union Army, Fort Proctor was constructed under the supervision of General P. G. T. Beauregard in 1856. Also known as Fort Beauregard and Beauregard’s Castle, the fort was originally located about 150 feet inland with a rail yard on its northern end. Today it is approximately 230 feet from the shore, surrounded by Lake Borgne.
This is the story of a hastily thrown-together cycling trip from New Orleans, LA to Biloxi, MS on April 26th, 2011, the Monday after Easter. As usual, I underestimated the amount of time it would take to pack for such a trip…
A trip down to Grand Isle, Louisiana, to see how things are developing, contribute a bit to the local economy, talk to locals, show some support, and try and make a surreal catastrophe happening a few hours away more tangible.
A month after the Transocean / BP / Deepwater Horizon oil rig explodes, burns, and begins to perpetually leak oil into the Gulf of Mexico, I walk onto the beach at Grand Isle, unprepared for what I am about to witness.
Another New Year presents itself, and she’s escorted by the same old companions: hissing fireworks, the unfathomable lyrics of Auld Lang Syne, gaudy street parades, steaming cabbage with black-eyed peas, and of course those delicate pledges-to-oneself that we call New Year’s resolutions. All of these timeless traditions constitute the norm on New Year’s Day. The question is, does January 1st still have room for new traditions?
Fall is such a nice time for biking in South Louisiana. No, we don’t have the typical “fall foliage” here – more of a green to yellow transition as seen through the smoke of billowing cane field fires, but despite the lack of leaves bursting orange and red, it is still pleasing to enjoy the outdoors at a breezy 70°.
Some trips are planned out out months or even years in advance. Phone calls, maps, gear needs, reservations, research, and countless hours traveling a virtual path in Google Earth typically come before these arduously strategical undertakings. This was not one of those trips.
The Ford Focus wagon took a beating on the dirt roads of Utah and the mountain climbs in Wyoming. As we reached Jackson Hole, strange things started to happen under the hood – clanking, smoke, etc. Being that is was a Sunday in a town with more outfitters than mechanics, we thought it wise to start the trek home.
June 20-21 were spent in the grandeur of Grand Teton National Park. In short, the attraction to this park lies in the contrast between abrupt rising granite and broad glacier-carved lakes. Even after four days of Yellowstone, the landscape of Teton still caught me off guard. Our first stop in the park was at the Colter Bay Visitor Center for a proper lay of the land.
Our third day in Yellowstone was a day of short trails but breathtaking vistas. We started with a steep descent down a series of switchbacks to what was quite possibly the most jaw-dropping panorama in the entirety of Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone.
On day two in Yellowstone, we began with breakfast in Canyon Village’s cafeteria, and then headed north toward the Mammoth Springs area via Roosevelt. At about 10:00 AM we spotted an audience along the roadside…
This is a continuation of our Summer ’08 Road Trip. Just a hop, skip, and a jump from Idaho Falls, and we were entering West Yellowstone. Immediately upon entering the park we spotted a fox, an eagle, a raven, and lots of bison.
Finishing up early at Buckskin Gulch allowed us just enough daylight to skim the surface of Zion National Park. Zion, Utah’s oldest and most visited national park, is located in the southwestern corner of the state. The park is amazing, but don’t think that you’re going to see much of it in one afternoon.
The website Adventuresports.com defines a slot canyon as “a narrow canyon carved into sandstone or slick rock by centuries of rain and flash flooding… often filled or partially filled with water and can be extremely dangerous to navigate through.” Buckskin Gulch, the longest and deepest slot canyon in the southwest, is located in southern Utah and superintended by the Bureau of Land Management.
Continuing along on our Summer ’08 Road Trip, Angela and I left Mesa Verde and headed west towards Buckskin Gulch, a slot canyon on the Arizona/Utah border. On the way we stopped at Four Corners Monument, where visitors can simultaneously exist in Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona. The monument is owned and operated by the Navajo Nation…
Mesa Verde is very similar to Chaco Culture in that visitors walk through and observe Ancestral Puebloan ruins. The main difference is that Mesa Verde is much more accessible, therefore the crowds are much larger. Still, the park offered an amazing display of ancient ruins presented by outstanding park rangers.
Chaco Culture National Historic Park is a series of architectural ruins built between the years 850 and 1150 by Ancestral Puebloans. This history-heavy slice begins with a fully transcribed, hour-long ranger led tour of the Pueblo Bonito ruins. This is followed by a walk through the Chetro Ketl ruins, and a hike to some stunning petroglyphs.
The fourth stop on our 2008 summer road trip was Roswell, NM, the All American City. Now, without giving away too much of my own personal life history and to avoid total embarrassment, let’s just say that over the years I’ve developed a bit of a fascination with the idea of extraterrestrials, martians, aliens, or little green men.
One of the first large rooms in the cave is the Bat Cave, named for the thousands of Mexican freetail bats that roost here from March to October. The bats hang upside down all day and hunt insects by night, consuming up to one half its weight in insects in one feeding. If the average man ate on the same scale, he would have to consume 95 pounds of food for dinner!
The second leg of our journey ended at Guadalupe Mountains National Park in west Texas, and when I say “west Texas” I mean 450 miles west of Austin, all driven in one sitting, with no air conditioner, in the summer. We gleefully hopped off the interstate at Van Horn, TX and skirted the foothills north towards the heart of the Guadalupe Mountains.
In the summer of 2008, Angela and I embarked on a road trip of semi-epic proportions – New Orleans to Yellowstone and back again. The price of gas soared above $3.50 per gallon, the heat index pushed 100 degrees everywhere south of the Mason-Dixon, and our Ford Focus wagon was starting to fall apart at the seams…
I started before dawn at my home in the Marigny (a neighborhood just east of the French Quarter). First things first, I had to cross the Mississippi River to get over to the West Bank. The only safe option for river crossing via bicycle is the ferry, and the closest ferry to my home is the Canal St. Ferry.
On my way back from a friend’s wedding in Charlotte, I stopped by the Great Smoky Mountain National Park for a “quick” day-hike up the 6,593 ft Mount LeConte. The 10 mile round trip hike starts at Hwy. 71 on the Alum Cave Trail.
This is a story about a cycling trip that follows every curve of the Mississippi River’s east bank, from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, LA. On this self propelled two wheel adventure, the clock started at 5:40 AM when my feet left the ground and found the pedals of my Trek bicycle. The idea for the trip however, was realized much earlier.
At 7:00 AM on Monday, August 29, 2005, hurricane Katrina made landfall as a category 4 storm… This project was shot over a period of two months. The photos, taken by both my wife (Angela Driscoll) and I, depict a desperate attempt at communication.
In August of 2005 my wife Angela and I left New Orleans and headed West. After visiting my brother in Houston, we continued West to Big Bend National Park, stopping at Amistad National Recreational Area to cut the driving time in half.
Via I-10, the trip from Houston to San Antonio is about 240 miles and then another 155 miles from San Antonio to Amistad via Hwy 90. Just 5 miles before reaching Amistad, we stopped in the large border town of Del Rio to stock up on water and food for the next 2-3 days.
Somewhere during the summer of 2005, I took a trip to Galveston Beach (that’s pre-Hurricane Rita Galveston) with my friend Jeremy Gooch. It was my first time there, and I enjoyed it quite a bit, except for our total lack of sunblock.
Lake Verret is a large freshwater lake which drains an extensive area of freshwater swamps. It is one of the most productive lakes in Louisiana. Aquatic organisms are abundant here and support recreational and commercial fisheries for large mouth bass and channel catfish.
Frank Livers transports us to Mason City in north central Iowa, where in January the conditions are sometimes too cold for snow! Highlights include farmlands, a town square dedicated to the musical Music Man, and the last venue to showcase Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper.
July 29th 2003 marked the third anniversary of Slices of America. In celebration, I decided to head out to Lancaster County Pennsylvania to see what Amish life was all about. Angela and I packed sandwiches, drinks, and snacks and headed west out of Philadelphia.
In the Fall of 2000, Ted Falgout allowed Angela and I to visit and photograph his alligator farm in Larose, LA. I grew up less than half a mile from the farm, went to school with and was very good friends with Mr. Ted’s twin sons, yet I had never been inside those gator houses.