Through verdant valleys these restless feet roam yearning to call this place home. After years of separation are unraveled by the sweet intake of a familiar mountain air steeped with childhood memories and wistful whispers of the past, the lost soul calms at last.


Camping in the Concrete Jungle: Florida

It always comes before you'd think it. Sitting on the Intracoastal, the clouds spark in the distance and set fire to the city illuminated sky. The waters are rough tonight, the winds blowing up from the south and in from the east, creating turmoil on the surface of the pitch waters, their white caps the … Continue reading Camping in the Concrete Jungle: Florida