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On the road…again!Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Where Was Warland, Montana?   Only with the evolution of geospatial markers and the gradual adoption of digital geographic coordinates was it possible for the Footloose Forester to finally stamp “mission completed” on the precise location of (historical)...

On the road…again!!!Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek  Decimal Geographic Coordinates, a Chronicle Update   As GPS coordinates become more important in locating lost hikers and downed airplane pilots, the Footloose Forester wanted his readers to know that decimal geographic coordinates are more convenient and easier to...

On the road…again!!!Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Taking The Ferry   The wanderlust is real.  The people, the places, and the descriptions have since been painted into memory, starting with the wanderlust of an adolescent and continuing through years of daydreams.  In last night’s dream,...

On the road...again!!! Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester  By Dick Pellek      The Generosity of Poor Farmers    Mental images of generous people often appear in the dreams of the Footloose Forester.  As it happens, they were all poor farmers or shopkeepers who were framed in the sunlight and...

  On the road…again!Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek      13.813, -89.632  ***  11.638, -8.229  ***  Other Adventures     If you look very closely at the satellite photograph taken at latitude N 13°48' 47.7" and longitude W 89°37'51", you may detect two small pine trees...

  Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Underwater   The very modern and accurate mapping capabilities found in Google Earth are a joy to manipulate and to have at the ready, anytime the Footloose Forester wants to check out the status of before-after photos of construction...

On the road...again!Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek     Adventures by the Numbers   The time has come whereby adventure stories of the past will sport a new look.  A small change but a modern update will be made in the way their locales will be...

Afghanistan to Zambia Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek   Google Earth Gets Better And Better   This chronicle is a revised version of an earlier story about how important Google Earth has been in not only finding things like a car in a driveway...

On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek   The French Connection   Just this morning as he arose from sleep and from a dream that would be the basis for a new chronicle entry, the Footloose Forester mentioned to his soulmate, the Bengal Tiger,...

On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek  The Desperation of River Blindness   Some chronicles of the Footloose Forester are brewed during dreams.  This one escaped from a daydream.  It will be a sad story, but one that should be shared.  It is all about a...

On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   A Half-Bar of Soap One haunting memory of Africa will always be the unexpected and personal one-on-one encounter with a villager in a remote part of Mali.  The line of five or six mud huts did not constitute a...

On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Geography of the Past If it is true that a picture is worth 10,000 words, then the catalog of satellite photos in the archives of the Footloose Forester could develop into a longish travelogue. There is no doubt that...

On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek       M is for Mali Going to Timbuktu was perhaps the first reference that the Footloose Forester ever heard about an African city, when he was still in knee pants. That is because his mother kept repeating the name...