For a full list of today's Salon Travel stories, go to the Travel home page. In New Mexico's Gila River, we fished our waters dry. Our travel expert advises post-New Year's travelers on spa trips, Berkshire respites and Caribbean honeymoons. A Colorado town celebrates one plucky fowl. A t night, when the dishwasher churns downstairs and Stephen sleeps in bed beside me, images come unbidden.
Pictures appear and recede, tumble and shift as if badly set in an album.
When we die, our mind-photos die with us. That is why I write about Keben. I write about Keben because the picture of this Turkish mountain village has come to me over the years like flute song across a mountain valley. I'm not asleep when I see the vertical village clutching a mountain cliff. We were staying near Silifke, in a tiny Mediterranean fishing village with our newfound friend Huseyn and his wife Eminou, her mother and their two sons, Mustafa, age 4 and Ey p, nearly 2.