Mt. Rainier: snowshoeing ‘take three’

Mt. Rainier: snowshoeing ‘take three’

I’d been snowshoeing twice before today. The first time was at Paradise, Mt. Rainier. My buddy and I drove my ancient VW bug up there, without chains, and proceeded to strap on my parents’ long wood and rawhide snowshoes from 1960 and go snowshoeing. Continue reading Mt. Rainier: snowshoeing ‘take three’

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Real flamenco at the school

Real flamenco at the school

“If you want real Flamenco, you go to the school for it. They don’t serve dinner. The theatre is packed shoulder-to-shoulder, and sells out quickly. But it’s the only authentic show in town.” So says a local. I’m in. Continue reading Real flamenco at the school