The Channel Islands have always been this alluring beacon to me to come explore....

When I was a girl, my dad always tried to teach me about cars.  He pointed to what this thing was and he explained how it worked.   And I remember none of what he tried to teach me.  I remember looking at his tan, scarred hands, that grime under the nails that would never come out.  I can close my eyes and smell the mix of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke. That was the smell of my dad after a long honest day's work in the shop.  The literal blue collar with his name stitched across his chest.

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A trip to Santa Barbara is not complete without a visit to Stearns Wharf....

On Thursday, my community of Santa Clarita suffered a trauma of the Saugus...

Of all of the adventures anticipated I never expected to be photobombed by bears and eagles in Juneau, Alaska.