For as long as I can remember I’ve loved road trips. As a child my Dad and I would often jump in the car on a lazy Sunday afternoon and go for long drives out in the country. The road seemed to go on forever and it didn’t matter that there was no destination in mind. We would stop at abandoned houses and go through them hoping to find some long forgotten treasure sometimes we got lucky. Then we’d stop for Ice cream on the way home. Those were good times. Still, I love nothing more than packing it up and hitting the highway with the one I love.
We left bright and early Friday morning, trying to beat the imminent storm ahead. We smoked Cigarettes while Gillian Welch sang us down the road with her dusty Americana vocals. Eating PB & J’s, sleeping in noisy truck stops and shooting pictures through mud-spattered windows. We thought we’d be able to pick up a hitchhiker or two along the way but there were none. I suppose that had something to do with the weather. So, we made our way through snow, sleet, wind and torrential rain. We can’t wait to do it again.
Through a rainy window
Snow covered gate, Dunsmuir Ca.
Good~bye for now!
I suppose you could have guessed that our favorite place is nature, if you can call it a place. Maybe it’s more of a consciousness? A way of being. Anyway, Santa Barbara is such a unique place geographically, which is why it’s home to so many a nature lover. We have the ocean on one side and mountains on the other, all in close proximity. It makes it so simple to get away and be intimate with nature. Whether it’s fiercely exciting waves you seek or somewhere calm and meditative, you don’t have to go far. A very short distance may feel like you’re a thousand miles away. Suddenly time stands still and with very little effort you are glancing down at the ocean from high on a mountaintop or traipsing through the woods with your awareness of natural beauty becoming cloudless and acute as all else slips away. Nature, whether it’s a place or a way of being within this chaotic world, it’s where we love to be.
Morro Bay Harbor
I can’t think of a better way to spend a day than leaving your daily troubles at shore and sailing out to Sea. There is always that hint of mystery and if you’re like me, you thrive on that. I often daydream about sailing around the world, of the long beautiful days on the open water, the star kissed nights. Arriving in foreign ports to simply while away the day taking in the offerings of local food, drink and culture. Anchoring in a sheltered cove sipping wine and watching the sunset, maybe skirmishing with Pirates in the Indian Ocean? I know this conjures up images of Johnny Depp and kiera Knightley but we all know that’s not the reality. They’re actually quite real and brutal, still to this day. Thankfully it’s rare to run into these kinds of water hazards.
Ahhh, Someday we’ll do it, (we’re always looking to crew on a Boat) but until then, we graciously accept every offer to go on board. Our recent Sail on the Stardust, built long ago by Shawn’s Grandfather and now lovingly maintained by his Uncle, was a perfect day sailing around Morro Bay
Harbor at Sunset
Way up there....
On a recent trip down South I found myself wandering around the Santa Monica Pier. I had never been there but I’ve always wanted to go. I’ve driven by it at night and seen the Ferris wheel looming high in the sky like a colossal rainbow spacecraft. Below the hoards of people lining up to board it like it’s the mother ship. I understand the fascination with these places but I guess I’m more of a spectator when it comes to amusement park rides. The thought of strapping myself into a large mechanical device run and maintained by people who may not remember to oil their own chains let alone the one that holds my life in it’s grasp makes me a little wary. I ate Funnel Cake and meandered through the crowds, captivated.
These are a few of the Photos….
Santa Monica from the Pier...