Every now and then I have dreams of sticking my toes in the sand on a deserted beach. I look down to see the sand folding over my toes and everything feels right. I love the mountains, but there's just something about the beach that beckons me. Would I want to be a sailor? Not …
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Photo Friday
I took this on my first long solo road trip. This is one of my top ten travel memories. I had just left the beach on Tybee Island. There was sand and salt in my hair and on my body. I had the windows down and I was listening to Swing Tree by Discovery. The …
