Today, besides like 5000 miles (an exaggeration of course but it felt like it) in a car, we also took a few steps alongside the ancient
The sheer size (117 km) and location (middle of nowhere really) of it make it quite a logistical accomplishment. It makes our rock walls look little but they had a legion of 80 men per section. This thing, in places, has stood the test of time since being completed in 128! That’s a legacy all right.
We had been to the wall in 1998 on our first trip with our children. I can remember them climbing up it and walking along it for quite a ways. We had also stopped at a old Roman fort site.
It was on our list to make a stop and so I picked a random spot off the map to have lunch and hike along it for a ways.
Our lunch spot was actually the old quarry site so it was a good hike to the top of the escarpment.
The vista at the top was worth it. Along the way we saw a couple of cool things.
I now want one of those stile gates as they are so easy but I digress. Off to the top for the vista.
It wasn’t a long stop and not a wordy blog post but it was the highlight of our long travel day.
He slept the morning away, recovering from an excess of his sort of company the day before.
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The job is pure and simple drudgery; worse than toilets. The unseeable dusty job that falls on my
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I keep telling myself I’ll take just one more but somehow it’s too easy to keep going. So now, despite eating up blog space, I must share the best of the them.
This seems to have been a once in a lifetime
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Now with a title like that you would think that this story about fishing. If you are regular blog follower you will know that going fishing isn’t really in my wheelhouse. In fact the last time I went fishing my children were little and it was right after my Cautionary tale.
But I digress and you must be wondering what “got away” on me. Continue reading “The one that got away”
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