After storming the Olympics, we found a safe harbor with Eric, Jaco, and Juan de Fuca.
We encountered a nirvana of natural wonders on the Olympic Peninsula of Western Washington.
For the next two months, we will be driving through Western Washington and then on to San Francisco, California.
For all its charm and excellence, the American Riviera has taken an environmental pounding from the prized and prolific reserves of crude oil lying in wait beneath its bright and vibrant surface.
Out of the rubble of the 1925 earthquake, Santa Barbara became a showcase for design and construction in the Spanish Colonial Revival architectural style.
Whether it’s the first-rate wines, mild Mediterranean climate, or azure seas lapping onto its alluring downtown beaches, the Santa Barbara coast does bear an uncanny resemblance to its more illustrious French cousin.
We left Monterey, drove down the coast, and moved to Santa Barbara for the month of October.
Imagine the Grand Canyon a mile beneath the ocean, where pinnipeds, cetaceans and other marine mammals reign.
As a wee lad, I had the very good fortune to learn the game of golf. By playing golf, I realized the importance of honesty, courtesy, and several other core values that shaped my life and personality.
“His mind had no horizons. He was interested in everything.”