Crescent City, California, might not be a city of dreams, nor as glamorous as Hollywood. But I dreamed about it for years, specifically the Battery Point Lighthouse. And it’s certainly a great place to see stars – sea stars, that is. When I was a kid, my family and I would often drive between MontanaContinue reading “The Crescent City Chronicles: Or, Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Sea Stars”
My grandmother, my daughter, all the generations before, during, and after. Time echoes.
West until your feet get wet We returned recently, M and P and I, to our home among the rocks, surrounded by barnacles, kelp, and snails. No, I’m not that bad a housekeeper. Barnacles have left our walls alone for now, and the smell of kelp is fading. Tide pools. I’m talking about tide poolsContinue reading “At Home Among The Tide Pools”
The journey ends (for now).
A day of quiet, exploring tidepools and spying a pending pinniped invasion, and remembering why Twilight sucked at the end.
We moved north in Oregon, landing at Coos Bay after saying good-bye to M’s brothers in Bandon. And we were, in fact, able to park without knocking over cars or power poles.
We discover dinosaurs in Oregon.
The morning came to leave the Manchester Beach KOA. Two questions arise: what’s a Honey Wagon? And did we slide off a cliff due to a broken trailer?
On the second of ten days of travel trailer adventuring, we learn the thrill of leaving your travel trailer back at camp. Also, a close encounter of the whale kind.
(I thought I should write about RBG. But I’ve already done that on Facebook. And others are more eloquent. I thought I should write about the ACLU; but I’ve already done that and donated. So instead, I’m just going to write about something more personal and less fraught with global importance. The fight can waitContinue reading “Lessons From The Road: Adventures of Newbie Travel Traileristas, Part II”