big sur06/12/14

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I camped with three dudes in Big Sur. It was way out of my comfort zone and a grand adventure! We listened to the rain pour down all night, woke up to deer surrounding our (otherwise deserted) campsite, ran around the beach at dawn, ordered one of everything at Big Sur Bakery, explored a foggy redwood forest, and continued on our way up the coast.

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the oregon coast05/15/14

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A few shots from our drive along the Oregon coast back in March, after a restless night in an A-frame where our 3am wakeup call was a mouse falling from the ceiling. Unable to sleep we got on the road bright and early, stopping for breakfast at a diner that promised “the best breakfast in the county.” I’m pretty sure it was the only breakfast in the county, but it was good. We then paid five dollars to drive through the Chandelier tree (twice), stopped to see the Sea Lion Caves (“America’s Largest!”) and ended seven hours up the coast at a hotel in Lincoln City. We ordered she-crab soup and a bottle of wine, sat in front of the big windows and watched the sunset. The next morning we took our watery coffee down to the ocean — Blake discovered some tide pools with starfish and other colorful creatures, and then got stranded on a rock as the tide quickly came in.

birds in big sur04/15/14

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peru | chinchero market 04/04/14

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We were told we couldn’t miss the Chinchero Market and went out of our way to swing by before Ollantaytambo. We had just flown into Cuzco, and at an elevation of 11,000+ feet I felt lightheaded and nauseous and sort of like we were on a new planet – the fruit-filled trees, the colorful textiles, the smell of the textiles, the faces, the braids, the coca tea, the guinea pigs, the stares. Sensory overload to the nth degree, and home to some of the most stunning textiles in the world.

the korakia pensione | palm springs03/30/14

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On our West Coast road trip we camped or stayed with friends for the most part, but the Korakia Pensione was the splurge I had my heart set on. We spent 24 hours of total bliss there (most of which weren’t even sunny, which I’m pretty sure is rare in Palm Springs) rarely leaving the premises. We finished books by the pool, admired the bougainvillea, went to sleep early and swam in the empty pool before breakfast. It was Oscar night during our stay and while I was initially disappointed to miss them (no TV), we embraced the quiet with a bike ride around the neighborhood and a few rounds of Gin rummy by the fire.  It felt like a true vacation.

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