I am officially COLD. It’s a little after 9 am and it is only 53° outside. In Phoenix it is already 97, on the way to 113°. I am not complaining, just reporting. I hear no gulls, no ravens. The entire Morro Rock has disappeared under a blanket of morning fog. New campers arrived yesterday: several families with kids and dogs, a young couple with a...
Read MoreA Different Kind of Beach Walk
I am a creature of habit and routine and schedules. It keeps me focused, accomplished. It’s how I get my work done. But part of this new lifestyle is about challenging that need for control and structure. So today we took a different morning beach walk. (The yellow area of the beach is cordoned off for the nesting snowy plovers. Dogs are allowed on leashes...
Read MoreProvisioning
The motorhome is a 1989 Itasca Sundancer. Marika and I bought it from the original owners in 1994 when it had only 9400 miles on it. (Today the odometer reads 54,058.) It’s 24 feet long, 8 feet wide with a shower, toilet, sink, refrigerator, freezer, four burner stove and a microwave/convection oven. There’s a full sized bed in the back and a dinette with...
Read MoreBecause Sand Was Meant For Bare Feet
Laddy came up to my face this morning at 6:10 and so we were out and back from a short walk to the park by 6:30. I made coffee, we had breakfast and I turned on the water heater, preparing for a shower. But instead, I got back under the covers and slept for another hour. I checked my email and other work-related things and then, finally, we headed out for...
Read MoreBounty in Baywood
I am in Baywood Park, parked in the wide lot next to where the vendors are setting up for today’s Farmer’s Market. Pop-ups are being raised, truck beds unloaded, fruits and flowers and crocheted hats are being laid out on cloth covered tables. A cool eucalyptus scented breeze blows through the window, giving me goose bumps. While I wait for the market to...
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