On the dock......

I wake earlier than usual and walk down to the dock and there she is, coming my way.  The trail of smooth convex bubbles gives her away. Her gray barrel-like body glides along, her calf, half her size carefully tucked on the far side of her massive body, safe, away from me. She has three scars above the base of her tail. They are old wounds, healed over from a past propeller strike. Manatee mom and baby move silently past, they are relaxed, moving at a leisurely pace.

Look around and you will rewarded. See the gifts that give depth and meaning to each of our lives - the little things. A trip down to my dock, a 10 minute Sunday drive to the Port to do some photography.  In my house there are stacks and stacks of books that have transported me to other parts of the world. A basket of colorful yarn represent projects just waiting to be knitted. 

Some of my greatest treasures - a mason jar full of purie marbles bought at a flea market years ago for a buck. A statue of a schoolboy striding to or from school (from the look on his face I’d go with the latter) chalkboard at his side – which belonged to my beloved grandmother. My great grandmother’s  “Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name” kitschy knick-knack that sits in a place of honor on my shelf. 

Here are a few of my favorite adventure travel books that you will find on my shelves.

A Wolverine is Eating My Leg by Tm Cahill

Tales of a Shaman’s Apprentice by Mark Plotkin

Savages by Joe Kane

The Origin by Irving Stone

25 Years of Outside Magazine by the editors of Outside Magazine