Riding waves instead of riding shotgun, there’s no speed limit—and a lot less traffic.
A Scottish adventure teaches new uses for familiar English words, as well as the luxury of lingering.
A change of perspective is important, no matter how ideal our every day location is.
Driving home from regattas is sometimes faster than flying.
An inspiring trip for an inspiring relative.
Recently, Paul and I have been embarking on weekly “adventures.” (These have been the basis for the “Where am I” photos on Facebook.) Our definition of “adventure” is quite loose; basically it means getting outside and going to a place we’ve never been before, preferably somewhere that allows us to
Part two of the Deer in the Headlights saga.
The less exciting a regatta road trip is, the better.
This starts out as a rant, but there is a moral… so please bear with me. Last week, I left Providence Sunday afternoon to fly to Seattle. Before I’d even arrived at the airport, I learned that the first flight to Detroit would be delayed