2018 has been a whirlwind of activity and unexpected twists and turns. We stayed close to home for the most part, just a couple of minor California road trips, but we kept ourselves pretty busy. It was our most unplanned year of travel so far – we did a lot …
We arrived in San Francisco the afternoon of Wednesday the 21st of December. We arrived early, so before checking into our hotel we headed over to the Holy Virgin Cathedral Russian Orthodox Church on the recommendation of the wise people of the Internet as an interesting place to see. As we walked by we noticed that the front door was open and stepped inside. The church was full of people, both in the main sanctuary as well as an outer vestibule. We stood and watched the service with interest. After a time, the service seemed to be closing down and…
Morro Bay is a small fishing community located on the Pacific ocean half way between San Francisco and Los Angeles. It’s probably best known for it’s landmark volcanic cone, Morro Rock, at the harbor entrance and perhaps only slightly less known for the three tall stacks of the old power plant at the harbor’s edge. Morro Rock is a 581-foot high volcanic plug, the hardened remnants of magma that was inside a volcano over 20 million years ago. Over time the rest of the volcano eroded away leaving the relatively tiny Morro Rock behind…
From time to time I’ll post stories of journeys I’ve taken in the past. This is from a trip to Florida in February of 2016 that inclujded Everglades National Park, Key West, the Kennedy Space Center, Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, & Arthur R. Marshall Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge. 2016 started with a February trip to Florida for some wildlife photography and exploring. We boarded the redeye in San Francisco at nearly midnight and arrived in Ft. Lauderdale the next morning at about 7am. There, we rented a car for a five-day excursion. We had done our research…
In the southeast corner of Arizona stands a destination that proves that good advertising works. How good? In 1977 our family took a trip to Costa Rica. Rather than flying out of Los Angeles my father decided to make a road trip out of our summer vacation. He loaded mom and two kids (10 and 14) into the old Impala and headed from Los Osos, California, through the southwestern United States, and ending up at the New Orleans International Airport for the flight out. Somewhere in the middle of the Arizona desert we saw a yellow billboard on the side…
