‘”Not all those who wander are lost.” ~Tolkien I do not define travel as a list-building exercise where I keep track of states or countries or continents to boast about here or elsewhere. Nor do I believe travel only consists of crossing man-made geographic boundaries. I wander near and far, both mentally and physically, to … More Notched, Part 7: I Wander, but Why?
The trail changed from ankle-turning, edgy rocks, to soft sands either white or silver, to root-laden, hollow dirt paths, to patches of sole-sucking bog. Our scenery changed from dense forest to unusual ground-hugging vegetation, with wind-stripped pine trees jutting courageously out from high ground. The elevation changes, while noticeable, were not dramatic, and the rocks … More Dolly Sods, WV – A Day Hike
I learned to wake surf last summer, which seemed no small feat for someone with ground-only sports success and irrational fear of deep water. But I loved it, and my surf enthusiasm somehow spilled over to my reading list when I purchased Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life by William Finnegan. Of course, it pertains to surfing in the … More Tourist Hours: A Few Surfing Moments
We’re home. My house is eerily silent when compared to our Sayulita villa. The beach below was relentlessly besieged by Pacific swell, and the sound waves barreled upwards across the amphitheater-shaped hill through our bedroom windows: the ocean’s audio fireworks. I think I felt them, too. In between the booms, our ceiling geckos chirped warnings to their … More Sound (of) Waves
It hasn’t rained in Sayulita since last October 8. The often-steep dirt roads leading to our villa are covered in sandy powder that also coats the dense vegetation bordering the road. Water for gardening, showering, washing, all arrives where I sit and to many other places via a truck delivery, and potable water arrives separately by … More Destination: Sayulita?
Sometimes a destination just speaks to you. In December, at the end of a challenging year that still had obstacles to tackle, my husband sent me a link, a simple google image search of “Sayulita.” I still don’t know from where he heard of this Pacific Coast town in Mexico, but its pictures danced with rhythmic colors, and … More Sayulita Says…
There’s a beach we visit to listen to the buckets of dropping saltwater, our breeze-dulled murmurs, and grainy, muted footsteps. Our closest neighbor probably wouldn’t hear us yell, and our phones are barely functional. It is perfect. There are other beaches we’ve visited, too. The ones wholly responsible for building a resort city, with a boardwalk … More Silent Beaches