Big Island, HawaiiThe road leading to the southernmost point in the USA is actually on the Big Island in Hawaii. As you travel down to the point where the rolling waves of the Pacific crash against the old lava rock cliffs, you pass through windswept farm pastures. I love this shot of a satisfied foal, immediately post feeding, nuzzling mom's leg. The sky was a beautiful cloudless shade of blue, and the lines of mom reaching down to feed perfectly match the windswept trees in the background. There is so much more to see in Hawaii than just beaches, lava, and rain forest. There are so many beautiful and unexpected landscapes when you turn off the beaten path to visit the roads less traveled.
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The only thing I love more than travel is readingIf I could only describe myself with one word, it would be “reader”. I am a reader. I've been reading since I was 4 years old and, as much as I love being a writer and feel that writing is at the core of who I am, I would never have written a word if I didn't love reading so much. When people say that they haven’t had the time to read anything lately, that they don’t have a favourite book, that they find reading dull, or that there’s never been anything interesting to read, I immediately recoil. Who are these mutants? I feel it would be easier to connect with some of the case studies on Criminal Minds before I could trust, love, confide in a non-reader. Books save lives, they help people fall in love, they spark revolutions and they guide the way to peace. But there’s nothing interesting enough for you to read? I’ll be in the other room, thanks. Is there anything better on a hot summer day that hitting the beach and getting in a refreshing swim? There is. Having a very happy dog to share it with! Coffee and travel have always been intertwined for me.I’m not a girl that caffeine does any favors for. Give me a large latte and you’ll be peeling me off the walls, only to see me crash in a deep slumber 30 minutes later. Sometimes I don’t think I even like the taste that much. So if I don’t really like coffee, and it doesn’t really like me, then how can I say that I love it?
Oh, but I do! I really do love it! I shouldn’t be trusted with the stuff but, oh, when it’s good, it’s very, very good. I am fascinated by coffee, the history, the agriculture, the politics, the commodification, and the culture of coffee. And whenever I travel, I can't help but seek it out. Second only to oil for international trading, to know coffee is to know the world. No treat, no drug, no product seems to be as universally loved. I've only started drinking coffee – in limited doses, for everyone’s safety – in the past few years. Despite this later in life revelation, the coffee and café scene have been a mainstay of my travel experiences. Cooperstown, New YorkNothing says summer like Major League Baseball. What can be even better? Traveling to Cooperstown, NY, home of the Baseball Hall of Fame to watch an induction ceremony. On this day, Roberto Alomar, star of the World Series winning Toronto Blue Jays was enshrined. This photo is about an hour before the outdoor ceremony, and the grounds were filling up fast!
Killbear Provincial ParkOn a July morning in Killbear Provincial Park on the shores of Lake Huron, the forest was still dark save for one opening where the sun shone through onto a fallen tree. This little chipmunk decided to make good use of the light to pose for my camera as he soaked up some early summer rays.
Highway 366, Nova ScotiaHighway 366 along the North Shore of Nova Scotia is one of the most beautiful and unheralded areas of the East Coast. There are great summer beaches and the warmest waters in the Atlantic north of the Carolinas.
I love how the greens, purple, and blues play off of eachother, and the fly that is just taking a break to enjoy the view. Travel and bakeries go hand in hand.Food for the soul, Cape Breton style.I’m a bakery girl. Always have been. It’s in my blood. Growing up on Cape Breton Island, I was surrounded by some of the best bakers in the world. What the community may have lacked in material resources it made up for in terms of creativity, generosity, and hospitality. I’ve never not known that the best way to show happiness, pride, congratulations, welcome, contrition, support, grief, or sympathy is to roll, knead, whisk, and bake. My childhood was dominated by homemade bread, giant soft molasses drop cookies known as “Fat Archies”, chocolate-coconut-oatmeal no bake ”Spider Cookies”, cinnamon buns, gingerbread cake, oatcakes, date squares, brown sugar fudge, banana bread, apple crisp, shortbread snowball cookies, and fuarag – an olden Scottish Gaelic dish of stiff whipped cream and toasted fine oats, with good luck tokens of rings and coins hidden inside. And there were biscuits. West Mabou Beach Provincial ParkA short road off of Highway 19 leads you to West Mabou Beach Provincial Park in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. The warm, calm waters are perfect for a summer kayak at sunset.
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