The Tale of Two Margarets: Part II

Sometimes you meet people and your heart instantaneously lights up. 

And when that happens, you do everything in your power to not let them go. 

A little over twelve years ago, that happened in Chicago for me, when I met Meg. 

The Tale of Two Margarets: Interlude - Pictured, Not Pictured

It's hard for me to believe that one week ago, my Sunday morning looked like this. The theme of these pictures?

Blue skies. Every day. 

Heading from San Francisco to Napa.

The Tale of Two Margarets: Part I

Flying into San Jose last Friday night, I saw the sun set over the Pacific Ocean.

I had been travelling for seven hours, awake for sixteen, having worked a half a day and only snacked on two bags of peanuts and some pretzels, slurped down two screwdrivers; by all accounts I should have been pretty bleary-eyed, weary and beyond noticing.

But as the plane turned, I stared out the window to my left in silence and watched as the sun slunk to the sea. The sea, the only thing visible; the land, but a curtain holding back the sea. The sea, the sky, a riot of colors, blurred and morphed by their meeting.

As it turned out, that first glimpse of the Pacific along California would be echoed throughout my five days there.

Northern California in Panorama

Today was my third full day in California and the second day in a row that I've killed my phone's battery before the day was done. I have a post brewing in my brain - something akin to Kate's Pictured, Not Pictured - but for the moment, I just wanted to share my attempt at capturing the sweeping panoramic views that this trip has afforded me.

#19: One month to go

Y'all, tomorrow is one month to the Outerbanks Half Marathon, where I will attempt to break 1:50:00, so I can cross #19 off my list.

Settling In

Whew.

Between moving, working, and running, this chick has temporarily run out of words.