Advertisements The place that I chose to call home while in Martha’s Vineyard would be the deciding factor as to whether or not my time here was successful. I was looking for quaint and historic if possible, without breaking my piggy bank. Luckily, I stumbled upon a multi-generational summer home called Menucha. The dark woodContinue reading “Menucha”
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Menemsha
Advertisements Last night’s sunset was so sweet that I can still feel the savory tingle the colors left on my tongue. I rise this morning to the ocean’s breeze coming in softly through the large deck doors as the coffee brews. Today I will do as the locals do, and just hang out in Menemsha.Continue reading “Menemsha”
Arriving in Martha’s Vineyard
Advertisements Weaving along the wooded country roads of Cape Cod and the small towns that mark the beginnings of America. Trying to finding Woods Hole and the harbor this morning, as I have a boat to board. Destination : Martha’s Vineyard. I get the car loaded onto the ship, and about an hour later, IContinue reading “Arriving in Martha’s Vineyard”
The connection between Cape Cod and the beginning of America
Advertisements I venture back out to the Cape when the realization hits me. “This is the birthplace of America“. Standing on the shoreline, looking out across the water, I can visualize the first ship that sailed through these waters to land at Plymouth Rock. Hopes, dreams and fear must have filled the senses of thoseContinue reading “The connection between Cape Cod and the beginning of America”
Provincetown
Advertisements I was looking to spend a week enjoying white picket fences dotting pristine beaches, just like a scene from Amity Island. Amity, as you know, means Friendship. I get an early start out of Rhode Island, and head towards Cape Cod and the tiny little town that one finds at the end of theContinue reading “Provincetown”
The road to White Pocket, the Wave, etc…
Advertisements For years have I been trying to get a permit to hike The Wave, yet no matter how many times I’ve entered the lottery, the only thing that seem to happen is the BLM takes my money, with no return on my investments. The road to this area is close to Cliff Dwellers, andContinue reading “The road to White Pocket, the Wave, etc…”
Shipcreek
Advertisements It feels like a Sunday, but I’m not quite sure what day of the week it is. I do know that I have a few hours left before I fly home, as my time back in Alaska has come to an end. I head down to Shipcreek, the river that runs through downtown AnchorageContinue reading “Shipcreek”
The Covid Wild Alaska Adventure – Mount Baldy
Advertisements With a little bit of luck on my side, I would arrive back into the Anchorage area in the early afternoon, leaving me plenty of time to get in a hike. After a bit of research, I found what looked to be an interesting hike in the mountains above Palmer, a small town aboutContinue reading “The Covid Wild Alaska Adventure – Mount Baldy”
The Covid Wild Alaska adventure – biking to Wonder Lake
Advertisements The row of mountain bikes catch my eye as I was exiting the bus upon my arrival to the Backcountry Lodge. Although I had just decided to rest and heal during my time here, I thought that a little bike ride along the lone Denali park road wouldn’t hurt. A little drizzle was fallingContinue reading “The Covid Wild Alaska adventure – biking to Wonder Lake”
The road to Denali
Advertisements “There is a patience of the wild—dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself—that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food.” It’s been a full seven days since I first arrivedContinue reading “The road to Denali”