Advertisements I wake up more than well rested, and slowly head on over to my hosts breakfast nook attached to the main house. A light rain is falling this morning. A hearty meal of salmon, scrambled eggs and lox more than fill my belly. I eat with three young people from the Netherlands, a marriedContinue reading “Over Conic Hill to Balmaha”
Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things.