I burned my purse with my bra back in the '70s, replacing it with a daypack. I also shifted from high-heeled shoes and tight dresses to jeans and hiking boots. I had two kids at the time, one on the hip and the other in hand and trying to stick diapers, face cloth, toys, bottles, change of clothes (for kids and me), money, to-do lists and a supply of crackers into a purse just didn't work. The daypack and boots made things manageable.
Carellin is an urbanite, much happier in a pair of
John and I were leaving the cemetery in Cienfuego, Cuba when the cemetery attendant told us that the 55-year-old trade embargo against the Cubans had just been buried by the Americans. The attendant rejoiced, as did many locals who dealt with tourists because tourists brought in the much-needed foreign currency. But many locals we came across that day were pensive, concerned that they’d lose some of the social privileges they had fought so hard for as a nation.
We booked with 
The Vampire Peaks. The Ragged Range. The Cirque of the Unclimbables. These place names indicate the response of early visitors to the Logan Range of the Mackenzie Mountains.
Fifteen years ago, a team of six people, me included, hiked from the abandoned mining town of Tungsten into the Cirque of the Unclimbables, which, at that time was not part of the