Twenty years ago this week we moved to our new house. Oakmont Park was only a block away and was one of the reasons we moved here. Back then there were no trails, just dirt paths, and 8 year old Christina and I knew everyone...
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 eulogy I gave at my fathers memorial service, November 22nd, 2014 at Birchman Baptist Church.] I was trying to describe my father to a friend the other day, and I told him this - my father was a curious mix of Billy Graham, Indiana Jones and...
My father passed away 2 weeks ago at the age of 87. He lived a full life, surviving the great depression, serving his country in world war II as a radio operator on ships crossing the Atlantic and then again in his 60's on commercial...
I love celebrating Christina through the photos that she took. One of the many things that I have learned from Christina was to notice the simple things around us, the common things that we see, touch or feel every day but often do not fully...
Once the two large boxes containing our bikes were shipped to Portland, it finally begin to dawn on me that this trip was really about to happen. We trained all that we could, carefully selected our gear, and now it was time to see if...
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...
