The West is the Best, Man: Pacific Coast and Redwoods Gallery
The scenery and fresh air of the rocky Pacific Coast and the Redwoods was breath taking!
The West is the Best, Man
We did not know where we would sleep that night; my seat was starting to feel the miles, and we were a gas burning terror to any reasonable environmental cause, but Ventura Highway by America played on the radio. We had candy, snacks, and coffee from one of the beacon-like gas stations that were like oases on the long, quiet stretches, and we just sat happily and watched the United States roll past our windows.
Splashback
Splashing back through time.
100 Mile Challenge: Miles 33.16-40.5 – Breaking 5 Miles
I ran five miles on Saturday, but didn’t have a chance to write because we went camping almost right after. I ran 2.33 miles today. That puts me at over […]
OBX: A Highway Runs Through It
OBX: A Highway Runs Through It…NC Highway 12 and the paradise that surrounds it.
Spanish Summer Roadtrip: Segovia and Home
I am writing this final “chapter” on our trip to Spain during the Coronovirus crisis, when we, our friends in Spain and most of the world are sitting at home […]
Spanish Summer Roadtrip: The Pyrenees, La Rioja and Friends
We travel out of the South east of Spain and into the North to visit with friends.
Spanish Summer Roadtrip: Alhambra, Tossa de Mar and Barcelona
Alhambra: Journey through a Complicated History When Andrea and I traveled to Spain last, we made a point to stay in Granada which was the heart of the Moorish Emirate […]
Spanish Summer Road Trip: Oropesa, Seville, Ronda and the Car Rental Counter at the Madrid Airport
Oropesa: Catching our Breath With most of a summer behind us filled with other trips abroad for Andrea and the boys, nights by the fire pit, camps and excitement for […]
Spanish Summer Road Trip: Prelude
There was a time when she whispered in my ear as I fell asleep at night and then strolled majestically through my dreams like a bull across her golden rolling fields. In the quiet times of my days, she would beckon to me from across the vast ocean, making me long for the quiet of a Spanish cafe just before siesta.
It's The Papa 