Starting out 

Gerson and Louise's

Sol Search


No Fear, No Fate, No Defeat


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
 And sorry I could not travel both 
 And be one traveler, long I stood 
 And looked down one as far as I could
 To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 Then took the other, as just as fair,
 And having perhaps the better claim,
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
 Though as for that the passing there
 Had worn them really about the same,

 And both that morning equally lay
 In leaves no step had trodden black.
 Oh, I kept the first for another day!
 Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 
 I doubted if I should ever come back. 

 I shall be telling this with a sigh
 Somewhere ages and ages hence:
 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
 I took the one less traveled by,
 And that has made all the difference.


The path less traveled


Dreams do come true

GUILTY of 2nd Degree Murder

The Sentence:  18 years in the
Arizona Department of
Corrections and at "flat-time",
meaning no possibility of parole.

An appeal was filed and denied,
multiple times.  It's done.

Trial update link

Article about case

Article about sentencing

Still remembering all
those people that have
come and gone in our
lives...may we never
forget what makes us
who we are

I am dedicating this journal
to my Father - for whom
without which I would have
never received the nomadic
gene that has taken me into
the corners of the world and
into the wonders of mankind.


Welcome to our website chronicling
our travels.  I apologize for the
problems viewing as my program is not
playing well with much of the new
browsers and definitely, is best viewed on
a computer, not a phone.

Home page 
(you're looking at it)

BRASIL 2022-2023
Five months in this wondrous country is going
to provide a plethora of things to write about.
So here we go...


Prior Diary/Photo Journals

Well, I took a few months to complete this journal and perhaps that was because I did not want to admit to its finality.  But, with the friends we made along the way, we will be reminded of all that we saw, experienced and especially, how we laughed.   To Australia and New Zealand: CHEERS!

March 2018 - December 2018

About Cinderoo


United States
July 2003 - Sept 2003

Mexico/Central America
Oct 2003 - Feb 2004

South  America
Feb 2004 - May 2005

Brasil - South America
segunda parte - Jan 2006 - April 2006

Brasil - Terceira parte
Dec 2007 - February 2008

Costa Rica
April 2008

United Kingdom
February - April 2009

Canada (via the Pacific Northwest)
May 2010

BRASIL - Quarta parte
Dec 2010 - February 2011

Baja California
December 2011 - January 2012


Check out our special Katrina page  

Map Page and Our Paths Taken

About Cindy

Our next house

Road Kill Chronicle

Observations, Musings and other Meanderings of the Mind

America's BEER INDEX
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Page last updated
November 25, 2022


OUT of the night that covers me
 Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
 I thank whatever gods may be
 For my unconquerable soul.

 In the fell clutch of circumstance
 I have not winced nor cried aloud.
 Under the bludgeonings of chance
 My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 Beyond this place of wrath and tears
 Looms but the Horror of the shade,
 And yet the menace of the years
 Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

 It matters not how strait the gate,
 How charged with punishments the scroll,
 I am the master of my fate:
 I am the captain of my soul.

The perfect flower

My birthday morning, July 21, 2004


Never mind Gerson, think of who is
taking the picture and from where.
We love our work!







































































From this hour
I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will,
divesting myself of the
Holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine,
and the north and the south are mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me.
I can repeat over to men and women
You have done such good to me
I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them.
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be
blessed and shall bless me.
Now I see the secret of the making of
the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and
sleep with the earth.

Thanks to Lonely Planet, Frommers, Rough Guides and various National Park (or similar) publications
that have all assisted in my stories and historical notes throughout this website.