This book. I can not even begin to do it justice. It took me a while to read because, life. But it is truly a beautiful glimpse into what travel used to look like.
Written by Martha Gellhorn, world traveler, war correspondent and third wife of Ernest Hemingway. Continue reading “Travels with Myself and Another”
Have you ever been bogged down by your dreams? It sounds so contrary to all the motivational quotes and the whimsicality that goes with the term dream, but I think it can happen. Moments where you want so badly to pursue that thing, but being frustrated in knowing that it’s just not time yet. It can be tiring. It can make you all out want to give up, or at least wish you had a more “down to earth” dream.
But that is not the definition of a dream. Continue reading “Dreaming Big and What’s Next”
Today is the one year anniversary of the very first time I sailed. After laying on the beach and swimming in the Atlantic all morning, we headed back to the mainland and out to camp. So with 1 Sunfish, 1 rainbow colored sail, 1 dagger board, 1 rudder, 1 perfect afternoon, the three of us set out into the Bogue Sound. Continue reading “What Sailing Taught Me”
One day after a particularly long week (few weeks), I saw the first rainbow. Occasionally after a hard rain, a great big rainbow would stretch across the sky, over the Big Tree and end in the water of the Bogue Sound. Often we do not realize just how much we need Continue reading “Rainbow Over the Big Tree”
I set two travel goals for myself last summer. While living and working in a new state was exciting and new, I did not want to settle in and get too comfortable. I wanted to continue looking for opportunities, to keep moving forward. I wanted to continue to accomplish goals and collect memories. Continue reading “Goal: Celebrate July 4th in Washington D.C.”
The last day of my cross country road trip started in Asheville, N.C. The previous day had been filled with beauty and architecture and history while wandering around The Biltmore Estate. So after a quick hotel breakfast, a stop at Double D’s Coffee shop for an Almond Joy Latte (arguably the best coffee I’ve had and easily my favorite location) and yet another stop for fuel, we set out on the final stretch of road. Continue reading “Beach or Bust”
The car was loaded. The goodbyes had been said. The fuel tank was full. A mug of liquid energy sat in the cup holder. A dear friend by my side. And so it began. I set out into the dark Monday morning.
The plan was to make it to Nashville, Murfreesburo actually, to stay with a friend and explore middle Tennessee for a few days. Continue reading “Enjoying the Road”