This Great Adventure

I’m often bemused and occasionally amused by the way some people approach travel and adventure. Growing up in south San Diego when my father worked in Tijuana I got used to other cultures and taking things for what they were instead of what I expected.


I’m riding on the back of an elephant
Please forgive any typos you may note
The video I made is still uploading
You’ll have to be content with reading what I wrote
The drive here from the airport was so short
The Jeep’s heated seats barely got warm
No vegan choices at last night’s big buffet
And our tour guide wouldn’t cancel the rainstorm

Never thought when we bought this great adventure
We’d be subjected to conditions like these
Can’t even get a half-caf low-fat cinnamon soy latte
Don’t think I’m so very hard to please
How do the locals live each day with such indignities?

Our guided tour of the jungle was a bust
My iPod battery died and I was stuck
Listening to the guide drone on and on
About the okkabeest and wildebuck
I tried the WiFi on our flight over the veldt
It’s free but then of course it’s awfully slow
Can’t recommend the side trip’s extra cost
You’ll see it clearer when they make the tv show


The entire country is redolent of wildlife
Someone should take steps to deal with the smell
I’m sure the concierge would make amends
If only I could reach them on my cell
How can one enjoy the blooming sunset
When it’s purple instead of pink and orange?
And now my phone’s battery is dying
I’m afraid I won’t be finishing—


When Fiona was a baby her sister would put her finger in the middle of the baby’s eyebrows, push down, and make the baby’s face into an evil scowl. She claimed it was the little one’s evil twin and named her a contraction of the kid’s first 3 names: Fibethos (fee BETH ohs)

It’s more ridiculous than it sounds.

Since these lyrics are a bit of a parody of what she’s like as she approaches 14, I figgered naming it after her evil twin would be appropriate. And then explaining it to death.


She always comes and says good morning
At least the days she’s up before noon
And her mom asks her how are you
She doesn’t answer; too soon, too soon

Then it’s back upstairs to her room
Where the creature is reanimated
In an hour or so she’s back in the kitchen
Where her breakfast patiently waited

Our seventh child is a little bit odd
That’s how some peppers grow
She laughs when I’m funny
She don’t cost much money
She reminds me of someone I know

Her sister is her very best friend
When they’re together who knows what goes on
Singing and laughing and making art
They’re rarely asleep before dawn


Her supper is 1 ounce of chicken
And eight or nine, maybe 10, peas
In the morning I discover overnight she’s consumed

  • A package of Ramen
  • A bowl of apple and cinnamon instant oatmeal
  • Four granola bars
  • A slice of toast with strawberry jelly
  • An apple
  • A banana
  • Half a sleeve of Ritz crackers

And a cup of microwave Mac and cheese


Destination Irrelevant

We’ve traveled a lot, and Fiona loves waking up before it’s light, piling in the back seat, and watching the stars as she falls back to sleep. These are her memories of all the trips we’ve taken, all the places we’ve been, and the things she loves about traveling.

She is still very shy about singing so she recorded this sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I played with some reverb, ducked my vocal behind hers, and love love love the staggered fade ending with just her dreamy little voice echoing at the end.

I love that I have two daughters with amazing voices. (Now if I can only get their mother to sing more, since she’s where they got their voices.)


a million stars are shining
imaginary dawn
dark and light together
before the stars move on
head against the pillow
pillow on the door
snuggle in the back seat
fall asleep once more

we love to go, away we went
on a drive to the next surprise
destination irrelevant
follow stars to a grey sunrise

gas station’s quiet
fill up the car
get juice and sandwiches
before we get too far
but still we’re on the way
before the sky is light
imaginary dawn
spilling from the night


who are all these people
up before it’s day?
where are they all going
slipping through the grey?
do they love to travel
always moving on?
we won’t ever tire of it
imaginary dawn


welcome rest stop barn
exhibits and a snack
always something new to see
whenever we come back
birds and bugs and meadows
historic marker plaques
run across the grass
read the nature facts


Tea HQ and Tucson
Best waffle you ever ate
Yellowstone and forests
nearly every state
will you travel all your life
alone or with a friend?
the imaginary dawn
is a journey with no end

We Are Water

Had the idea to steal the Bo Diddley beat and then take the vocal as far away as possible.

I don’t know what this is about. It started out as science, since we are mostly water, then turned into being at one with nature and our fellow humans.

Don’t take it too seriously.


we are water
we belong to the sky
we are water
and I know why
feel the bird on the breeze
smell the leaves on the trees
we are water

we come from dust
we belong to this place
we come from dust
we share every face
see a light we both know
hear a love we can show
we come from dust

we live eternal
we come from dust
we are water
we share a trust
touch a face let them know
love the light let it grow
we live eternal

we are water
we are water
we are water