This is now a few years old; however the content is ever relevant. We find ourselves in a moment in time which none of us ever imagined. This country of ours is so big and diverse. Each of us having a difficult time understanding how we arrived here.
Humans have always seemed to been drawn to high ground. Even the children’s game “King of the Mountain”. was a way of teaching the philosophy. It is a phrase in language. A military tactical advantage. A phrase that means high moral standard. The words high ground have significance in all cultures and languages.
As promised, here is the completed version of my post about a month ago.
Probably the first time I heard of the Oregon Trail was a western movie. It was much later before I heard about the Oregon Trail in school; and it was this summer I actually saw it.
Egypt’s most ancient maritime harbor in Suez discovered
A French-Egyptian archaeological mission discovered the oldest commercial harbor from the fourth dynasty King Khufu (Cheops) at Wadi Al-Jarf area, 180 km south of Suez. On the Red Sea shore at Wadi Al-Jarf area along the Suez-Zaafarana road, a French-Egyptian archaeological mission from the French Institute for Archaeological Studies (IFAO) stumbled upon what it believed to be the most ancient harbor ever found in Egypt.
The harbor goes back to the time of the fourth dynasty King Khufu. The harbor is considered one of the most important commercial ports where trading trips to export copper and other minerals from Sinai were launched.
A collection of vessel anchors carved in stone was also discovered as well as different docks.
Minister of State for Antiquities Mohamed Ibrahim announced that a collection of 40 papyri, showing details of daily life of ancient Egyptians during the 27th year of King Khufu’s reign, was also unearthed during excavation.
“These are the oldest papyri ever found in Egypt,” asserted Ibrahim. He also stated that these papyri are very important because they reveal more information about the ancient Egyptians’ daily life.
All places I visited because of sailing, each with a special meaning and memory as I had stated yesterday. Sailing into the sun through the Pillars of Hercules at sunrise is a memory fulfilled on that day. Seeing Rockall was an unexpected thrill never to be forgotten. It was during a transatlantic race from Bermuda to Travemunde, Germany.
Cork was the finish of a transatlantic race from Newport.
Once you have visited a place, seen it, experienced it. That place becomes part of you. You have learned it. You can never unlearn it. Every place is a touchstone in one’s life. There are always memories associated with that place, good or bad they are yours forever after. Mine are mostly good. I savor them with pleasure.