Where in the World?

Ever since I was a little girl I have been interested in geography. I can remember getting an atlas for my birthday one year and thinking that was the greatest present -- not the usual excitement for a kid. I especially loved to look at the information therein, like where the iron production in the world is or which country has the most sheep (bet I can answer that one!), or where different religions are practiced and what languages are spoken where. I still find this kind of stuff very interesting. In fact, I have a definitive answer to one of my games -- the answer to what book would I take to a deserted island is an atlas. Some of you are familiar with my list games (quickly, what are your top ten favorite tastes?) and know the difficulty I have in formulating a singular answer. But an atlas I am sure of -- I could never be bored as long as I had an atlas with me.

Maps delight me, which is why I mistakenly thought that earning a living making them was a good idea. (Turned out that it was too boring and unsocial for me.) My sister Nina used to have a map in her bathroom which often led to questions as one emerged such as, "So, which do you think is at a higher latitude, Beijing, Madrid, or Washington, DC?" You can have a lot of fun with geography.

Anytime I travel I stare at a map of the place before I go so that I can be sure to have a feel for the place when I arrive there and have in my head the basic relationships of places to each other. (You will see in a later story how this skill helped me out of a jam.) I have map files at home so I can take a look at anything at anytime.

I am also tickled by places of geographic significance. I just had to go to Greenwich, England to stand on the Greenwich Meridian at twelve noon. I've been to the southernmost and westernmost point of the co-terminus United States, and perhaps the easternmost, but without awareness of it (can anybody tell me where that is?!). On a cross-country trip I just had to take us way out of the way to go to Four Corners, the only place in the United States where four states meet. (See 1977 photo.) I was thrilled when I crossed the equator on this trip, but highly disappointed that it was in a plane and therefore not photographable.

But some things have been photographable:

Deborah Does BluffBluff, New Zealand (that's right home of the famous and elusive oysters) acts as if it is the southernmost point of New Zealand's South Island, but technically it's not. It is the end of the country's Highway One, however. Since I was there, I had a picture taken anyway.
Slope Point -- which is a lot harder to get to -- is the southernmost point. But the whole thing is a bit silly since Stewart Island is part of New Zealand and even further south. You had to walk through a sheep field to get to this place.End of the Earth

East for sureThis is the easternmost point in New Zealand, the first place in the world that saw the sun come up on a new century and very near where I saw that fabulous rainbow. I had hoped to get to the northernmost point of New Zealand, but that's when I broke the toe and had to slow down.

I only saw one small part of Australia, but did manage to fit in Australia's easternmost point, which is very near a beach in case you're wondering why I'm dressed so inappropriately for sightseeing!East




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