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...Found great dificuelty in keeping it," wrote Clark on Sept. 16, "as in maney places the snow had entirely filled up the track." The expedition was having a miserable time. Clark wrote he was as "wet and as cold in every part as I ever was in my life." Lewis had calculated that the 33-member party needed four deer a day to feed itself. The hunters killed only five deer over 11 days, plus a stray horse, a dozen grouse, a duck and a coyote...
...view the scene. In George Shaw's pictures the viewer is always on the outside looking in. Using Humbrol enamel paints (designed for plastic airplane kits), Shaw, 36, depicts the 1960s housing estate in Coventry where he grew up: its fish-and-chip shops and social clubs, its surrounding wet woods and backways. People and cars are missing, the light is fading and summer never comes. In Scenes from the Passion: The Fall a line of derelict garages bisects the picture, beneath a band of brooding trees and a lemon sky, and its image is repeated in the dank surface...
...You’ll learn.” I realized what he meant the moment I stepped out into the desert heat. I had been lucky enough to arrive on the hottest day of the year; the thermometer read 107. My perfectly pressed shirt was now a wet rag, and somehow I had a feeling that it would only get hotter. I was right...
Like Blanket Bay and Huka, this lodge, located near Nelson on the north end of the South Island, offers superb accommodations. Each of the six private suites is outfitted with computerized mood lighting and a wet bar. The main lodge features a day spa and a collection of modern sculpture and paintings by New Zealand and American artists. Be sure to visit the neighboring Nelson and Marlborough wine regions, including Neudorf and Cloudy Bay wineries, both of which welcome visitors. Hiking enthusiasts rave about the 30-mile coastal track at nearby Abel Tasman park. Learn more at paratiho.co.nz...
...that moment—lying face up on my striped towel, my wet feet enveloped in sand, my eyes closed as they faced the sun—the conversation I was having with my friend, about her wanting to be as dark as me by the end of the summer, had trailed off into nothingness. It was my fault—my sparse replies signaled that my thoughts were otherwise occupied...