Travel

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.

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.

Tidal Pools, Part 2

For me, there are few things as wonderful and amazing as a tidal pool.  When the fierce waters of the sea withdraw themselves from the beach, the leave these shimmering pools of water that are full of life and open to exploration.  With each cycle, they change shape and form […]

Introducing Squeaky

As we got on the beach last night, I started to hear some high pitch noises.  I frantically looked all around to find the dolphin that might be making that noise…it was would be way close to the shore if I was able to hear it, so I thought it […]