On the Road to Wellington
We head north to Picton to catch the ferry to Wellington, my first home in New Zealand.
We head north to Picton to catch the ferry to Wellington, my first home in New Zealand.
We’ve come to New Zealand to see the new home of old friends. We took a first look around the area today.
It’s been said (by me, anyway) that you never visit places close to home until you have visitors. Case in point, the beautiful Bloedel Reserve about two miles away.
Seventy-three degrees with high clouds and a breeze, time to revisit Bell Pass.
Bonus: a little religious philosophy thrown in.
Tubac is a small village in southern Arizona a few miles from the Mexican border. If you are looking for brightly-colored pottery or a Margarita, this is the place for you.
We jumped at a chance to tour the reference and research facilities at the Desert Botanical Garden.
We return to the Southwest Wildlife Conservation Society where critters of all sorts are either healed and returned to the wild, or given a home for life.
It’s a measure of how much we like Garrison Bay on San Juan Island that we would visit at the height of the season. Actually, it was better than expected.
We spend four days every June at Yellow Point Lodge on Vancouver Island. Been doing this since the year 2000. Except this year because we were dashing north to the Broughtons.