I wonder what it would have been like to come as a guest, to wake up in one of those beds and sit under the orange trees with a book, to watch the sunset over the Pacific.
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I wonder what it would have been like to come as a guest, to wake up in one of those beds and sit under the orange trees with a book, to watch the sunset over the Pacific.
South Padre is everything you’d expect from a touristy beach town. Lots of brightly colored souvior shops with kitschy items that both kids loved, tiny bathing suits, funny (and risqué) T-shirt’s, and giant fish complete neon and flashing lights.
I've always wanted to see Death Valley; always, like forever and universes long, something that has and will always be there.
We stood at the edge of the lake, clouds moving over the sun, the light coming and going, shimmering on the water.
It's magical. The silence and giant trees and the sounds of rain hitting leaves and touching your face.
We had just enough time to wander around the cemetery, watching the clouds roll in, and stop along the seawall before the rain started. It was fierce and fast and once it started we headed north.
I was looking through my backlog of photos and came across our trip to Big Bend. I was amazed to realize it's almost been a year since we were there.
There's a lot of personality here and I loved the unique headstones. I loved the little bits of story and reading about the person's life. One of my favorites had Give life the best that's in you for it's only a one night stand there are no repeat performances brought back by popular demand.
It's an incredible spot, one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, and despite my fear of heights I enjoyed sitting at a safe distance and enjoying the view.
It turned out to be one of the best decisions of the trip. Maybe it was the time of day; the setting sun working it's golden hour magic, the ocean so clear and so blue, the wildlife, the flora, everything about this stretch of coastline was incredible.
I never get tired of visiting the Wichita Wildlife Refuge, no matter what time of year I go, it's always beautiful. And the view from the top of Mt. Scott will always be one of my favorites. But going in the spring is the best time. Everything is in bloom, the rolling hills and plains covered in yellow flowers and cacti with purple blossoms.
Cemeteries are always quiet, under sun or grey skies, whether the markers are decaying stone or wood.
San Francisco has joined other places in my heart. There are spots I'll remember, where my legs felt like jello from walking up steep hills all day
My favorite parts of New Orleans were the less crowded things; getting up earlier than anyone else and walking around before the streets were too busy
I left fascinated with saguaro; they're unusual and taller than I thought they would be, covering hills and dipping down into valleys.
I'd just finished asking him not to do the thing he'd done with the green beans a few months ago.
I love abandoned places. I've always been drawn to them; old schools and hotels, a lone house sitting in the middle of a corn field.
Monument Rocks is unusual and beautiful, stark and otherworldly, surrounded by prairie under a wide blue sky.
On the way down we found the house from the Texas Chainsaw Massacreremake. It's kind of an underground attraction
Forty minutes north of San Francisco is Muir Woods, part of the Golden Gate National Parks in California, home to redwoods and moss