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.
We cross a border and meet the Oregon coast head on.
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.
What happened when we hit the road with a new travel trailer? Less death and destruction than you would think.
We were sitting on a riverbank in the Tahoe National Forest. Sand and pebbles. Cold, green water swirling in corners, pooling behind glacial boulders, flowing beneath pine trees. We were drinking rosé, eating cheese, olives, salami, and Marcona almonds in the shade, while the seven-year-old floated in an idle pool, relaxed as a leaf onContinue reading “Biophilia”