There's a God for That. In which I compose thoughts about a hopeful revival of the Shinto faith in the wake of the disastrous earthquake, tsunami and meltdowns in Tōhoku.
Shimane Prefecture, Japan. Where I learn about the Shinto origins of kagura and accidentally become an anti-nuclear activist.
Yountville, California. Where Hiroko sponsors the California tour of Hiroshima's Taiko Honpo Kaburaya, and the veterans of war join the ambassadors of peace on stage.
Cincinnati to Cleveland. Where I bicycle the 321-mile Ohio to Erie Trail, championed by my late father Edward F. Honton.
Mt. Shasta, California. Where Hiroko and I visit Panther Meadows with its cushion of dainty flowers, and see the world's most beautiful, and very secret, curtain of falling water.
Toyama & Gifu Prefectures, Japan. Where I am enthralled by the gassho-zukuri houses, and the deep community traditions of the local rice farmers.
Yakushima, Kagoshima, Japan. Where I walk under a thousand-year old canopy of sacred cedars, wade in tide pools of black pumice, and beach comb the white sandy shores of a fabled island.
Manitou Springs, Colorado. Where red sandstone hogbacks stand sentinel, while my brother Stephen and his fiancée Judith receive family blessings on their forthcoming marriage.
Sierra County, California. Where Hiroko and I meander through alpine meadows in late bloom, and where nothing seems to break the hushed tone of the high mountain air.
Yufuin, Oita Prefecture, Japan. Where we enjoy a second honeymoon in this quintessential onsen resort, with lazy afternoon walks leading nowhere.
California to Ohio. Where my wanderlust tour crisscrosses nineteen states, from the northern prairies to the southern barrens, seeking out National Wildlife Refuges, before saying goodbye to my father.
Glacier Bay, Alaska. Where I join my brother E.J., walk in the footsteps of John Muir, and see the salmon spawn and the eagles soar.
Hocking Hills, Ohio. Where we bicycle in sweltering heat, and canoe in cool waters, while Tecumseh defends his sacred homeland.
San Juan Islands, Washington. Where Karen Burch shares her island home, while rambunctious 8th graders go sea kayaking, whale watching and camping.
Onna, Okinawa, Japan. Where we are treated to sunny beaches, orchids and tropical fruits.
Kokura, Fukuoka Prefecture, Japan. Where hot summer nights, the back-beat of drums, street vendors grilling squid, and light cotton yukata, means it must be Gion Matsuri.
Munakata, Fukuoka Prefecture, Japan. Where our prayers for peace and safety are offered on New Year's Day.
Bombay to Pokhara. Where we cross the burning plains of Maharastra and Madhya Pradesh and Rajasthan, to the roof of the world, and the Nepalese version of torture called trekking.
Nairobi to Lake Turkana. Where anyone with an old Datsun can stuff a dozen passengers in the truck bed, call it a jitney, and traverse the open savannah to the end of the world.
Cairo to Khartoum. Where the tombs of the Pharaohs, a muezzin's call to evening prayers, the endless Sahara, and a magical moonlit oasis, are worthy additions to Scheherazade's anthology.
London to Athens. Where the train through Yugoslavia is filled with heavy smokers, black marketeers, smugglers and thieves, who figure we are too gullible to see what's really going on.
Half Moon Bay, California. Where I push my young wife too hard, too fast, too soon, and my attempt to turn her into a cyclist backfires completely.
Rancho Palos Verdes, California Where we have another wedding – American style – just for good measure.
Kitakyushu, Japan. Where I nervously meet my future in-laws, and the “photography studio picture-taking” actually becomes a Japanese-style wedding at the local Yasaka Shrine.
Orlando, Florida. Where riding the Disney World monorail through the Resort and into the Magic Kingdom has us all singing “Where Dreams Come True.”
Cape Canaveral, Florida. Where we visit JFK Space Center at the peak of its Apollo missions, then see flamingos and alligators in their native Everglades habitat.
Niagara Falls, Canada. Where the Welland Canal and its huge seagoing ships is more impressive than Niagara Falls.
Columbus, Ohio. Where WBNS Radio welcomes its newest listener with, “Proud Parents Announce New Addition! 1958 Baby is Big Hit!”