a small getaway

 Flee to the wilderness. The one within, if you can find it.   ~ Utah Phillips

 Our weekend was spent camping oceanside in our '78 VW bus, Gypsy. I eagerly explored starfish laden tide pools, my navy blue converse wading through saltwater and sand. There was stargazing through giant sycamore trees, frog music, mosquito bite scratching and a vociferous rooster crowing in the distance; all the live long day. There was surfing for Bud, journal writing and Rilke for me and fluffy quilts and pillows from which Rave did not want to stir. My restless heart is full and satisfied.

Comments

[Martha]

sounds like paradise ...peaceful... thanks for sharing

[Amy]

Excellent get-away! Glad you're taking care of your inner wilderness by spending time in the outer wilderness! Beautiful photos. Also, I wish you lived closer. Perhaps I need to come visit you...

[lovely and imperfect]

Thanks ladies! Amy, yes! Come visit, I would love it!

[Stephanie]

I absolutely love the thought of you in your converse, tromping through the surf and tide pools, while hunting for starfish to gaze upon in delight! It sounds like a soothing trip indeed.

[brooke]

AAaah! It sounds amazing. Stargazing and journal writing and road trip with dogs needed around here soon. :)

[Elizabeth]

It sounds amazing. My heart is full thinking about it, especially because I am looking forward to stars and journals and the ocean on a roadtrip in May.

[Jenna/The Word Cellar]

A "vociferous rooster!" I love that description! (I also that you have a VW bus named Gypsy.)

[Michelle L]

Thanks for sharing yourself, you are truly lovely and inspiring.