iPhone snapshots of an early winter vacation on Hawaii, or the Big Island.
Ziplining on the mountains of Whistler in British Columbia, Canada.
Exploring Paris in December, in the days before Christmas. It was lovely to return, to unravel a bit, and to spend time with friends for five days.
A Q&A published at Tessa Love’s Wander Home. Tessa is publishing a series of profiles on travelers and at-home explorers, and she asked me a few questions on what exploration and home mean to me.
I love this part of Northern California, from the Mendocino coast to Anderson Valley: a more remote, untamed version of Sonoma County. We’re now considering the area for our future tiny house location.
This weekend, we explored the Point Reyes peninsula, about thirty miles northwest of San Francisco — paddling in bioluminescent Tomales Bay, eating oysters in Marshall, and wandering in Point Reyes Station.
It feels odd, perhaps unnatural, to age in a place as timeless and anachronistic as Las Vegas: where night is masked as day, where clocks are nowhere to be found, where things happen and are never spoken of again once you’ve left.
In her essay about life on tour with a rock band, Claire L. Evans says that travel teaches her more about time than it does about place. I agree. My favorite kind of “travel writing” — or I suppose writing about place — embarks on an inner journey, and uses a physical location as aContinue reading “This Is Not a ‘Travel Blog’ (But It Is a Travel Blog)”
I remember then feeling I had to rise against it, that Hanoi was something to be conquered. Maybe I wasn’t in the right place; maybe it wasn’t the right time. You never really know with cities. They’re like people, and you don’t always hit it off.
Such different life paths
From each other, and from mine
Yet New York City is like glue
Where these intersections materialize