We set out today across the frozen bay of St. Michael to Whale Island. I've looked from afar at Whale Island and so hoped to journey over there. I asked…
Once bottles, vases, plates, or glasses, dropped, sunk, broken, and shattered into the sea. Everything they were depleted. Useless bits of garbage no longer valued. Cast away into the depths.…
I see a wild and beautiful land stretching what seems endlessly beyond the horizon. I smell a fresh, savory aroma of berries ripened awaiting the gatherers. I taste the salty…
A new adventure! So very different than the ones I have traveled. This is a journal of journeys. There will be memories shared, glimpses of a life lived. 6 more…