I came across this little video of Christina the other day. We were on an epic road trip from Fort Worth to San Francisco, moving her into a new dorm room where she would stay while earning her Master’s degree. Ever since assisting toddler Christina onto...
With the thumping beat of our Royal Enfield single Cylinder engine for a soundtract, I held on tight to the strong shoulders of Sam Godwin Manoharan. Back home in Texas, between sips of Indian coffee, my dear friend Princy shared stories of this magical place of...
Lighthouses have always fascinated me and I have felt drawn to them for as long as I can remember. Perhaps it is the symbol of hope that they offer to those who have drifted and lost their way. I have often dreamed of being a...
Tuesday, July 26th Tanzania, Africa Exhilarated, yet exhausted from summiting Mt Kilimanjaro, our guide Wilfred Moshi treated us to an authentic African feast made by his mom. Our four hour road trip afterwards was interrupted only by a giraffe sighting beside the highway. Upon arrival to our...
Carissa and I much preferred the wandering down Highway 1 part of this journey over the listening to orientation speakers and instructions that were sure to be the focus of the next few days at Pepperdine. With Carol now a part of our “going to...
Mornings along the coast here in Big Sur are glorious. The cool fog laden air engages in a beautiful dance with the sun, with each a little confused as to who is leading, the sweet smell of flowers and pine trees complete this beautifully orchestrated...
Our morning ritual at Pigeon Point Lighthouse is to step out back of our cottage and embrace the warmth of a cup of coffee while becoming one with the sights, smells and sounds of the ocean. This morning, Carissa and I were fortunate to witness the antics of...
Trading in our scooter for a rental car, we departed San Francisco and headed south. The 1 1/2 hour ride from San Francisco allows ample time to settle into a different rhythm. This change of pace from San Francisco is what brings me back to this...
The San Francisco I have frequently overheard being discussed by tourists, bears little resemblance to the San Francisco that I know and love. It's been years since I have ventured into the touristy throng at Pier 39, Fishermans Wharf or wait in long cable car lines to climb...
The time has come for the much talked about "Team Mosley, Oregon Coast Bike Tour" where my two sons and I plan to bike from the northern tip of the coast of Oregon to the southern tip. First, we fly into Portland Oregon (tomorrow) and gather our bikes...
