An embarrassment of riches01/23/2010
Every night Mother Nature digs out the Crayola box and goes to work. Just when you think it just can't get any better, it does.
Recently sighted on the beach at sunset, they are extremely tall and very hard to catch.
Long walks on the beach01/23/2010
Our nightly ritual in Tenecatita Bay is to paddle the kayaks ashore through the surf, then walk barefoot down a mile of wide open beach, rolling small coconuts like bowling balls for Sammy to chase down.
Haiku in the sand01/23/2010
Beachcombing is like being a kid again, with great interest and curiosity in the smallest details. "The universe in a grain of sand, and eternity in an hour."
Skies over Tenecatita01/23/2010
We knew my brother John and his friends were on the beach releasing baby sea turtles, and for Rebecca and I watching the skies from the bow of Liberte, life seemed very complete and wonderful in our little world. The brush strokes in the upper atmosphere changed by the moment.
Sammy says paddle faster01/13/2010
Here's one way she's earned the title of Number One Charter Guest.