Frantastic: A Stop in Northern California

Our plane's wheels hit the tarmac with that familiar, dramatic grind, signaling our arrival in the legendary land of California. But, funnily, the sun wasn't shining and a wispy silver veil shielded the infamous city of San Francisco. Later, the region's weather patterns would become clear - figuratively - through a local saying, "The coldest …

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Back in the Bay: An Exploration of Our Hometown

After Easter, Daniel and I had to make a trip home to have our caravan repaired. We were hopeful that the small amount of panel beating work Ellie required would demand little time; we wanted to be on the road to New Plymouth after my friend's hen's do (bachelorette party) on the coming Saturday. Well, …