Journey to Aquamarine Waters

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.

And sometimes it takes a while to get some place nicer than where you usually are at.  Waking up at two in the morning to go battle long lines of travelers who also have decided to evacuate from the normalcy of their bored lives, and the hours of flying thousands of miles, made the following image even more poetic in my eyes.
Having lost my mom last year, the decision was made not to throw up any Christmas decorations at home and not really to celebrate what has always been her favorite holiday.  Just wasn’t feeling it this year and not sure if the joys of the season will ever reappear in my soul again.  However, that did not stop Ambar from trying to create a festive atmosphere for those on their property.
So, what was the water like you ask?  Heaven.  Warm, fun, crystal clear pool water.  Cleanest I have ever seen.  The sand was smooth, not dirty, and no medical waste floating around like you might find on the shores of New Jersey.


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.

So, for any of you saying…”Ah…he went to some tropical island surrounded by coconuts and unlimited buffets to nap all day long in the sun and did not even think about that big Alaska trip coming up in just 165 more days“, I give you the following:

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.

3 thoughts on “Journey to Aquamarine Waters

  1. glad you were able to get away to the sand and sun before the dead of winter hits. I look forward to your posts and was disappointed last year when you couldn't go. I hope you can this year. I enjoyed the You-Tube posts of the guys from BWOM and their Alaska trip. If you haven't seen them, take a few minutes and check them out. Looking forward to further postings.

  2. Thanks for following along. 2014 just didn't work out, but so far for 2015 everything is in place to depart in June. Time off of work approved, funds saved, bike already upgraded, and gear tested. The words of encouragement from people like you help add to the building excitement. I'm looking forward to creating the memories that will follow me for a lifetime!

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