Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: travel



Airports. Airplanes. Flying. That moment before takeoff, when all you can do is wait and wonder and hope and anticipate the adventure that awaits. 



I don’t particularly like the idea of WiFi on airplanes.  I enjoy escaping from the world with my thoughts and a good book. 



This pouch is misshapen, and I don’t love the fabric. But I MADE it! And how perfectly my brushes and pencils fit inside.

Now, packing up the pieces; into the suitcase and onward to the next adventure.



Plotting my next adventures; spring, summer, & beyond. 


Boots Airport


Worlds End sky

Here’s World’s End and Nantasket beach from the sky; you can see each round segment jutting out into the ocean, the trees, the paths. I can trace where we walked a few weeks ago. I love viewing places from above, small and unsuspecting. You’re simultaneously connected, yet so disconnected at the same time. And that’s also why I love airports. Everyone is there, it seems. But no one you know. The whole world is outside each gate. But your world is right here, right now. It’s you, your boots, your bag, and your book. And your next adventure awaits.

White Mountains

Waterville Valley

Mountain snow is an intriguing specimen. Cold and biting, but in the same moment, peaceful, almost magical. The entire setting emits a unique sort of serenity, that promise of a quiet sanctuary for all those brave enough to venture within its grasp. The cold hurts. Or, since I suppose some have significantly adapted to it, I should say that it hurts me quite a bit. It’s a sharp and internal pain, the total loss of feeling in my extremities, a constant gasping for breath, and a sudden awareness. Despite growing up in New England, I’ve never been able to handle cold well. Ever.  But I’ve always loved those mountains. And there’s something perfectly wonderful about arriving at a place that you love in particular way only to see it engulfed in a sudden whiteness and to realize that it really hasn’t changed at all, to still love it. It’s a vivid reminder of the constant flux, the ebb and flow. And then, it’s a taste of the reality of something more; the cold is nothing from which to shy away. Somewhere, at this very moment, someone is within the icy clutches of the Ross Sea. Another is camped on Everest and yet another is simply enjoying an evening stroll in Moscow. Cold. Biting. Peaceful.


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