Kayaking over the Kekova's Sunken City

The warm sun beats down as we paddle our double kayak across the glassy Mediterranean Sea to the island of Kekova. The now uninhabited island houses the remains of Simena, and ancient Lycian sea-side trading city. On shore pieces of homes, tombs, an early church and a staircase down into the water are still visible after a series of earthquakes destroyed the city in the 2nd Century causing it to sink beneath the water. Kayaking over the turquoise clear water, large pillars from the city long ago pass by beneath the boat of this now specialty protected area of Turkey's past.  

Desert Wanderer

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"If we were meant to stay in one place, we would have roots instead of feet."

Is travel an addiction? I believe so. I am always dreaming of the next new place to explore, to experience, and to absorb. Sometimes I catch myself getting ahead of the moment, dreaming about the next. I get so excited about what is to come that I forget to be where I am. Other times I am in a place, where my mind is so still, my body is soft and my heart feel completely at peace. These moments, these places, each sunrise is what I am grateful for. We choose our own path in this world, we make sacrifices for what is important to us, and the memories fuel the future dreams. I will always be a wanderer through this stunning planet, and my goal is to stay present each step of the way. 

The Colors of Bryce Canyon

As the sun illuminates the iron rich rocks of Bryce Canyon, Utah, I wander down deeper into their shadows. Peering up I am amazed at their jagged form that has taken millions of years to be carved into these shapes by the wind, sun, water and snow in the sedimentary rock. "Do you see the hunter and the rabbit?" someone asks, pointing off into the distance at one of the Hoodoos. Bryce Canyon National Park is said to have the most abundant number of these tall skinny spires of rock called Hoodoos that often form shapes sending children and adult's alike on a scavenger hunt through the park to spot them all. Driving out of Bryce Canyon at sunrise, these panicles slowly disappear in the rear view mirror as we return to a landscape more familiar, almost as if we are coming back to earth from an adventure on a far away planet.