There is no such thing as bad weather, only wrong clothing. Tiernan O’Neill
For tonight’s version: the sweet potatoes started first because they would take longer. I tossed them with olive oil, garlic powder, fresh ground black pepper, chili powder, and a little dark brown sugar (it carmelizes great on the grill). I marinated the portabello in equal parts olive oil and balsamic
I took a long-needed few days off of work to make a solo camping trip to Assateague Island National Shoreline. Day 1 Arriving was easy, and I was quite surprised to see a number of wild horses straight away. A few of them were in the campground area I was
The Life of the Forest Trail seemed like the perfect place to watch the sunset. I was fortunate to be the only one there and had the entire boardwalk area all to myself.
A short paved walk/ bike trail.
I started today’s hikes at the southern end of the available parking and walked south. I was the only non-fisherman down there but enjoyed the walk.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace. Jimi Hendrix
A short morning walk on the beach before breakfast.
Pokomoke River State Park in Maryland has one small trail; The Trail of Change. It was an incredibly pleasant walk through the woods outlining the diverse ecosystems that possible in a small area just due to slight elevation changes.
My last hike of the day was back on the mainland starting behind the Assateague Island National Shortline visitors center; Rackcliff Plantation House. I enjoyed the trail itself, but is strange to see signs so casually grouping paid workers and slaves together in descriptions. It was history and needs to be
Why waste time on subpar coffee? I picked this up in preparation for some upcoming camping trips. Here, I’m just testing out the various grind setting to see how it works and what setting I like best.
The sunset was amazing tonight. On the way home we pulled off to the dead end in our neighborhood to take a look. Raubs were out plowing their fields at the time making for a rather pastoral photo.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. John Muir