Big Skies and Long Beaches

‘One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.’ -Henry Miller

A series of changes over the past couple months led to many small adventures throughout the spring months instead of my usual lengthy travels.

short15There were several factors. I quit both my jobs and started two new ones (general happiness level = 100000x greater). I had plenty of saved Delta SkyMiles which allowed me to fly farther & faster, as opposed to driving. I decided to lease my horse and wanted to say goodbye, for now. In addition, Seattle had the longest, dreariest, cloudiest winter on record. January, February & March had a total of four sunny days–I needed some sunlight in my life.

When I realized my besties Allison and Elias crossed paths in Bozeman (aka paradise on earth) for only two semesters, I knew I had to get out there at some point. I had hoped for the fall, but February works too. I saw their campus, met their fellow students, stayed in their apartments, played trivia with their teams, danced with their friends.

short2When keeping up with old friends, it is important to me to see their lives with my own eyes. I want to experience what they experience. Every individual is a complex masterpiece of facets and angles, and I want to see and understand every face.

Impossible? Of course.

No harm in trying.

February was just as good a time to visit as October, though perhaps a tad colder. I wouldn’t have minded the snow, but running on a sheet of ice proved to be poor exercise (but I was still sore the next day). My first run through the woods south of town on my old trails was a peaceful experience. Bozeman creates some of my best memories. Though running on the ice in town was a bit treacherous, passing all my old haunts was a great way to reminisce on scattered memories, like looking at a timeline of my own life: that one park, that one coffee shop, that one Thursday at Music on Main when we danced… oh Bozeman.

Another important factor led to a third short trip: my favorite band Journey was playing in Bozeman in March.

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Journey concert

This trip spanned the locations of the first two in the same amount of time: I flew into Missoula and headed straight to Bozeman. I was raised on rock & roll, and that legacy is slipping away as the band members age. I want to see as many of my favorite 60’s, 70’s, & 80’s bands in concert before they quit touring. There is a certain kind of exhilaration, sitting in the second row and singing your lungs out with your parents and a few thousand other 50-year-olds. Arnel Pineda makes for a highly energetic Steve Perry, and brought plenty of his own charm as well as imitating that of his predecessor.

Then it was back to the Home Place in Hamilton to visit my equine son and check in with him at his new home, and spend some time with the family, of course.

I had booked a short trip to San Diego in April before I knew I would be quitting the restaurant in the same week. They were going to have to do without me permanently soon enough, so I figured they could spare me four days so I could visit my Empress.

And anyway, #priorities.

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Miguel, Caslene, Empress and I hiking

Empress, my Italy-roommate, Hawaii-tour guide, Seattle-roadtrip-buddy, recently moved to southern California. I needed Empress, and I needed sunlight. I had not been to San Diego since I was very young, so Empress showed me around the Gaslamp Quarter and the hiking trails of Torrey Pines.

short14We made a day trip to Los Angeles to visit the ArtCenter College of Design high in the Pasadena hills. It looked like an old train bridge with no connecting tracks and felt like an ancient monastery with a modern twist. I napped outside on a giant bean bag while Empress went to interviews.

My roommate happened to be in Long Beach on the same day, so we spent the evening with him at the Beachwood Blendery. On days Empress had to work, I explored the Old Town of San Diego and went for a run on the Mission Trails.

Runner’s Note: Definitely a lifetime Top Ten. If you are in the San Diego area, Mission Trails Regional Park is a must. In six miles I ran up and down a lovely trail to one of the highest peaks in the area, North Fortuna, where I found an old ammunition box with a notebook registry inside. The views were breathtaking.

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Kevin took us to the Miller factory to sample a bit of Wisconsin beer. Note: the samples at the end of the tour were not this big.

In May I flew to Wisconsin to congratulate my brother and celebrate with him. I have visited him at his Concordia-Mequon campus several times, and it was strange to think that this would be my last visit to that beautiful cliff-side campus. Nonetheless I think Kevin was ready to be done, anyway. Being in Wisconsin, I had the opportunity to visit my other Italy-travel-buddy Anthony, and congratulate him on his graduation, as well.

There were several fractured pieces to my winter & spring 2017, but the travels and the jobs and all else worked out in the end and I was able to spend time with people I love.

These days I am currently in a mountain castle in Santa Barbara… but how I ended up here is a story for another time. Cheers!

 

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Dance Until Dawn…(and then some)

‘A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.’ –V for Vendetta

I first heard about massive morning dance parties about a year ago. My favorite travel blogger, Adventurous Kate, attended a Daybreaker event on the east coast and recorded it live on Snapchat.

A sober, morning rave to jump-start your day? My interest was immediately piqued.

Daybreakers take place in over a dozen cities in the US and in Europe, with more to open up in the coming year. I signed up for emails for the New York City and Boston events, hoping I might be in the area during a Daybreaker, but we never coincided.

dybrkr4When I received an email at the end of September about Seattle’s inaugural event the following Wednesday, I bought my ticket within 10 minutes and decided I would figure out the details later. I picked out my outfit the night before–mostly brightly-colored workout gear. Some Daybreakers have themes, but Seattle’s first was just loud and vibrant.

Not only on-time, but early? You can say I was a little excited. The event staff was fun and energetic, and gave us glitter makeup to put on our faces on the way in if we wanted to. Of course I wanted to!

dbrkr1We began our morning at 6:00 a.m. in the auditorium of the EMP museum with an hour of yoga led by an instructor. It tended to stay more exercise-focused rather than spiritually-focused, which I appreciated because I use yoga as a workout anyway. At 7:00 we rolled our mats off the dance floor and waited for the music to start a few minutes later.

Two hours of dancing in wild abandon ensued. The NYC Daybreaker crew led the event, with a DJ, a drum line, a live band, and a dance team. We all soaked up the music and the energy and let the crazy out!

If you know me, you know I dance all the time (or try to. OK, so I really just move around a lot) and you know I rarely care what people think of me in public settings. Having no shame can be both a blessing and a curse, but I try to see it mostly in the former light. It was so refreshing to be surrounded by so many hundreds of like-minded people. There were no rules and no standards. Everyone was there just to have fun and burn some energy before our work day began.

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As I left the event in high spirits, a Space Needle sprouted from my head.

Speaking of work day, I planned mine just perfectly. I left a few minutes early, grabbed my duffel from the event’s convenient bag check, and scored a few breakfast bars and Greek yogurt on my way out–Daybreaker also had tables offering coffee drinks and other energizers for those who drink them. I ate as I walked, showered at my gym, and still made it to work exactly on time at 10:00 a.m.

 

As we were slowing down near 8:45 a.m., one of the NYC event crew came over the mic and said, ‘No one will ever know what you did before work today, that you danced your heart out before they even woke up this morning.’ And that’s exactly it. As I left the EMP I caught a few stares, but I just smiled and kept my little secret to myself. I bet I had more fun waking up this morning than they did, I thought, my face glowing and my step lighter than normal.

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I snapped only one photo, on my way out as the party was winding down.

Daybreakers are often held monthly. I was grateful to hear about these events through a travel blogger and decided to pass along the favor. If there is not an event in your city yet, look it up for next time you are on the road! (That’s my plan.) Seattle’s next event will be at Foundation Nightclub on October 26. Join us!

All Work and All Play

What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks disappearing?–it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. -Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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It doesn’t rain that much, it’s just overcast. All the time. But it rains sometimes.

Now that I have answered all your questions: Ahem.

seattle2Seattle has been slowly materializing for me over the past year and a half. I had never been here (unless you count flying through the airport countless times–one of my favorite airports, I might add!) until November 4, when I packed up my truck with my living essentials and my Empress and headed west.

How can I speak of three months in one post? Maybe it is not possible. It is mostly work and sometimes not, and occasionally sleep, and 100% life.

It is connecting with friends-of-friends over coffee, smiling uncontrollably while running through the light rain with arms outstretched, packing and unpacking, almost missing the bus, daily sack lunch to save money, dance lessons, budgeting, sitting in a corner next to a cardboard box/desk for an hour trying to unwind after a 16-hour workday, almost missing the bus, morning yoga, packing, drinks at midnight and pancakes at 2 a.m., a new church every Sunday, payday excitement, unpacking and packing, a penguin sweater, pulling off my heels and chasing the bus, free furniture, signing leases and other commitments, going grey, trying to understand football, almost missing the bus, paying rent, unpacking, jumping around and singing at the top of my lungs from the host stand at Hard Rock Café.

seattle10I have had three zip codes in three months, I have worked 50-65 hours per week since my arrival (thank the Lord for getting two jobs so quickly, I had some financial catching up to do!), and I have explored this city much less than other cities because of it. Nonetheless, I have still been up to the Space Needle, had a drink at Starbucks (it actually took me a couple weeks, so it was a milestone), hit up a couple museums, and watched people throw fish at the Pike Place Market.

I love both jobs and am excited where they will lead in the next couple years. Journalism is still on my mind but if I have learned anything in my travels the past couple years, it is that if you set your mind to something, work hard, stay focused, etc. then it will unfold naturally.

seattle7Like Seattle did. One of the main reasons I am in Seattle is because of a conversation I had with a journalist while roadtripping through the South last May. When I had only lived in Seattle a few weeks, he looked me up and said he was coming to the city to cover the Seahawks game and asked if I was in town. It was a God-moment in May, and it was a God-moment in November as well; both times were confirmation that I was on the right path. The journalist had no idea that his words in Jackson MS had such an impact on my life, and having the ability to share that news with him was such a blessing. In addition my words to him in Jackson had also, unknowingly, convinced him to take up running, and now I am proud to say he is a positive, enthusiastic, healthy half-marathon addict.

We have more impact on people than we think. Even if you only meet once you change lives and your life is changed. I was thankful to have the opportunity to see one of those moments come full-circle; the majority of the time we do not have that opportunity, but it still happens.

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She punched me while we were trying to selfie.

After years of travelling off and on, I am taking a step back and keeping the same address for at least six months… which allows friends to track me down, unlike the previous year when ‘What state are you in now?’ was a common good-morning text from a number of people. Currently I have a roof and four walls, and starting tomorrow I will have a couch for visitors, which means–it’s your turn, folks! I have driven all over the country to see you all, so if your heart desires a visit to the pacific Northwest, hit me up for a good time (and free lodging).

 

As for myself, I have yet to visit Oregon or Canada, ever! So those are next on the bucket list.

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