There are periods of time that life sometimes keeps you busy enough that you forget to do things like shop for groceries, dust the bunnies from the corners of the rooms in the house, or update one’s blog. For the former of these, nobody else really notices. As for the latter, an email sometimes awaits me in the morning to read that reminds me that at least somebody is following my online ramblings. Such an email, however small, was in my inbox this morning. A simple one sentence greeting of, “Hey Jeff: Still going to Alaska? Hope you can make it work in 2015!” Ah, a reminder to update.
The short answer is, “Yes!“. The long answer is also the same but just in hundreds of dull words that nobody really has interest in so I shall pass on that and move forward with what life has thrown my way over the holiday season.
Where I live, last year the temps got to minus thirty, the windchill even worse, and the snow was the most ever recorded. No…not Canada. Just the summer soybean state. Indiana. Yep, Indiana. With winter upon us again and the remembrances of last year, the decision was made to evacuate at least for a week to warmer temperatures. Someplace with sand. Warm waters. Tall palm trees. All you can eat food and drinks. With no kids around. Where others treated you like a king. After some searching, pondering, and reading many reviews online, the decision was made.
The Luxury Bahia Principe Ambar Dominican Republic Resort. That’s the actual name. And it’s a Don Pablo Collection resort too, whatever that means. Is pampered visitors referred to it as the locals do as just Ambar. It made us too thirsty to repeatedly say the mouthful of words.
So not all journeys are done on asphalt. Sometimes they are done through the blue skies in the safe confines of an Airbus A330 at six hundred miles an hour.
Eight days enjoying the beach. On this island, it rained every day. Usually in the middle of the night but some of those showers lasted until ten in the morning. Hey, it still beats trudging to work and working for a living. And every afternoon looked like the second photo above. And in the entire eight days, I saw four bugs. Total.
The problem with vacations is the cost. Not only does the resort and airfare sock it to you on prices, but Lay’s also likes to get their hands on your hard earned green for their imported potatoes.
The book in my hand is The Adventurous Motorcyclist’s Guide to Alaska and was an excellent read. I even made sure to contact the author when I got back home to let him know how much I enjoyed it. Sometimes us writers like to hear from those who read our ramblings…just so we know we aren’t just writing words into the wind. Stroke an author’s ego every once in a while…let him know you either enjoy or hate their work. As for the book, I like it enough to give it a quick review sometime in the coming months.
So I am back at home now, awaiting the dropping temperatures and the opportunities to pull the snow blower out of the garage a dozen or so times over the next couple of months. Visions of lapping waves of water, custom morning omelets, and evenings drinking Cuba Libre with a genuine Cuban cigar in my hand still dance in my head.
I hope that 2015 bring about prosperity and security to you and yours. And here’s hoping that it finally brings about a trip to the Last Frontier for me as a delayed present from Santa.