I’m in a cocoon, nestled in my duvet and a thick blanket. Something stirs, and I open my eyes. I can only see the silhouette of a man. He’s sitting in the driver’s seat of my SUV, hot steam bellowing out of what looks like a stainless steel travel mug. He takes a sip.
The trail is still. Sweat trickles down my back, although there’s a ton of shade. Somewhere in the distance, I hear two women softly speaking spanish.
This story is one of my favorites, and the inspiration for my kick ass mountain tattoo.
She furrows her brow for a moment, scribbling down another name on the piece of receipt paper. “Lucy!” she calls excitedly towards the back of the shop. “Where else should she go?”
“This looks like a good place to stop,” I say to Morrie, turning into the Wawa parking lot. I park, rolling the back windows down a touch. It’s before dusk, and it’s much cooler in Virginia than it was in Wilmington.
I went for a drive during my family’s trip to Wildwood, NJ.
Morrie and I spent a night at Sandra’s, envying her Carrie Bradshaw-esque apartment.
Before last week, my knowledge of Palm Springs, CA was limited to one really bad episode of 90210.
“There goes that m-th–f—ing ice cream truck!” Dan, one of our gracious hosts, yells at a passing truck as we’re driving to dinner.
About 700,000 years ago, the Snæfellsjökull glacier formed in Western Iceland. Massive and towering, Snæfellsjökull has been the focus of many stories and folklore, including Journey to the Center of the Earth. The stories don’t come without merit – the glacier is believed to be one of the earth’s seven energy spots. Various folklores believe that the glacier…