After lunch, we stroll along Front Street past a cacophonus jumble of souvenir shops, t-shirt stands, art galleries, and surf-wear proprietors. My eye catches a few random storefronts: Rip Curl Surf Center, Whalers General Store, Billabong, Wyland Galleries. I walk in auto-pilot mode through the thick crowd of sweaty tourists. They seem to be buzzing as if energized by the commercial setting. I’m relieved when we arrive at the Baldwin Home Museum. We buy a pair of tickets and duck into the quiet interior of the home.
- Tide Watching in St. Ives
- Each year for the past five years, we’ve journeyed to the ends of Britain in search of a bit of peace and quiet. Sometimes in late fall, sometimes in early spring we make our odyssey.
- Smoke Season
- About ten days ago, a shift in the jet stream delivered a thick layer of smoke to the Front Range, cutting the visibility (which normally exceeds 35 miles) to less than 10 miles at times.
- Calypso Cascades
- My gear selection and backpack loading is improving with each little adventure I embark upon. This weekend I discovered that, in some ways, I’ve become rather efficient at packing for a hike.