This is my private island. My getaway from the world. Though there are countless streams of visitors to the National Park, here the tall and fragrant pines murmur only to me. The glacier-carved valleys grant me seclusion and uninterrupted vistas of the clear Atlantic waters. The rugged  ...

I love to drive down the California coast from Half Moon Bay to Huntington Beach, watching the black wetsuit clad figures as they ebb and flow with the swells. It is a balletic performance the way their bodies sway up and down, the rhythmic motion of their paddling hands, and the ease with  ...