A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
Just watched the sunrise from the roof of the island, Pele's thrown Haleakala. 4:30am and we were on the road for the windy drive up the volcano. Stepping out of the car was fresh, the air slapped at your lungs with every icy breath. Barefoot we walked across the volcanic rock to a lookout over 10,000 ft up, just as the sun burned through the clouds. Ukulele in hand welcoming the morning with a smile.