Hiking, Slow travel, Travel Diary, United States, Walking Holidays

Hostel Coyotes in Marin County

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“They have prison showers.  You’re lucky we’re only staying here one night, otherwise you’d be sleeping with a dirty smelly man.” ~ Eric, Day 1

For those intrepid travelers accustomed to staying in hostels, this may not come as a surprise.  For hostel neophytes like my husband and I, we were surprised to find that the men’s showers were indeed like a prison — one big open space with a bunch of shower heads.  Yeah, not happening with this private man of mine.  But let me backtrack a bit…
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Hiking, Reflections & Humor, Slow travel, Travel Diary, Trip Planning, United States, Walking Holidays

Walking Holiday in Marin County

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bolinas marin california walkabout

“Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.” ~ Steven Wright

All avid fans of hiking or long distance walking share something in common.  They understand that you must walk to truly experience and see a place.  Sure, a car or bike will get you there quicker and allow you to see more places, but those modes of travel don’t allow you to see more OF a place.  In our modern world where everything seems to move at lightning speed, is it no wonder people are craving slow travel?  In a world driven by consumerism and the desire for more, is it surprising that someone like me would seek travel that focuses on meaningful experiences rather than a sightseeing checklist?

Slow travel doesn’t mean you move at the pace of a sloth — it’s a mindset, a different way of looking at vacation. 

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Dave Matthews Introduces us to Washington

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Ocean Spray cranberry bog
As soon as October arrives, I start craving apples and pumpkins and crisp Fall weather. In Southwest Louisiana we have the pumpkins and if we’re lucky we’ll get a few mornings below 60 degrees. We can of course buy a large variety of apples from the supermarket, but there’s nothing better than apples freshly picked from an orchard.  I grew up with a large garden where we had apple, pear and persimmon trees. I had forgotten those tastes until Eric and I made a trip in 2011 to Washington state during the harvest season.
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