SUMMER

Just like last summer, I wasn't very active on my blog due to outdoor distractions. And in the spirit of tradition, I'm going to do a recap of what it may have been like had I blogged in the Summer of 2015.

If I had blogged in the summer of 2015, I would have written about how we almost killed our dogs by taking them to Deep Creek. I'm quite relieved that they didn't die, as our entire lives seem to revolve around these fat little creatures.




I probably would have mentioned the fact that our small dogs + hight altitude + direct sunlight = disaster. (Noodle died and rose again)


I would have mentioned that since we  live in California, we all tend to forget what fresh water looks and feels like.


Lumpy was so confused that she just stood making sounds and giving me a Stimpy expression


Quickly followed by yelps of joy. 






If I had blogged in the summer of 2015, I would have written of our weekend at Pappy and Harriets with our good friends Lord Huron







If I had blogged in the summer of 2015, I would have written about how I managed to get my wife to ride with me for her annual once per year trip around dangerous Los Angeles. 





I probably would have noted that I spent way less time on two wheels this year, but that's just a shame, so probably not. 




If I had blogged in the summer of 2015, I would have written about our last minute trip to Iowa and how much we enjoyed being there. In fact, we enjoyed it so much, that it will be getting it's own blog post whenever I can get around to it. 













If I had blogged the summer of 2015, I would have written about chasing trickling waterfalls and giving puggybacks to fat dogs.

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And making new friends

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If I had blogged the summer of 2015, I would have written about snorkeling in Laguna for the first time and realizing there actually is crystal clear beaches in California.





RICH COAST

COSTA RICA




By far the richest experience of my lifetime came one week ago on my honeymoon in Costa Rica. This trip was more magical than any trip I have taken, my days filled with childlike wonder.

I am a 6 year old, and this is my Disney World.  

While in Costa Rica, I am reminded of how close I am to nature and also, unfortunately, that I am not close enough in my everyday life. Costa Rica has an infections state of mind that leaves one questioning ties to material possessions and the things we work towards every day in our big rat race. The people here are happier with less than those I know who have much more. It's the right way to live life. Care about others, be kind, and care about the world around you. 




Day 1 started at 6 am, waking up in airplane seats after four hours of sleep on a redeye flight, immediately followed by a 3 hour drive to our hotel. I really loved driving across the country and through the green mountains, despite struggling to stay awake. Nonetheless, we wasted no time upon arrival, especially once we heard about the private path through the jungle to a private beach near where we were staying. Not more than 15 minutes into our hike, we found a colony of Howler Monkeys whooping and hollering in the trees surrounding the beach. 



Mind was already blown. 



ISSIMO



Each morning and evening our giant window faced 180ยบ of undeveloped jungle, and we never knew if who would come visit us first: Sloths, Toucans, Monkeys, Iguanas, Night Geckos or strange insects. 



When traveling, I generally make it a point to try and find some lesser-traveled paths. Manuel Antonio National Park skews a bit touristy for Costa Rica, and so we weren't itching to go into the park despite its beauty. Fortunately I had been looking for good herpetology tours before leaving town and had stumbled upon Rainmaker Park. 




29 Palms

Hopefully over this long weekend I can overcome my Costa Rican "Pura Vita" vacation hangover and return to normal life.  I've been having a tough time coming back down to earth and after descending from the fairy tail week with my desert bride and life in a tropical paradise. While I work through that I'll just be reliving those weeks through the billions of photos I took.

I'm in the process of digging through thousands of wildlife and jungle photos from Costa Rica, but in the meantime I'm posting some photos of our week at 29 Palms.

Can't wait to get back to this magical place asap.






 









Mr. and Mrs. Brooks

We are back from the high desert and are married as can be. Our dear friend Mike will be posting photos on his blog soon,  but in the meantime, here's a history of us and a handful of preview images. #MONGOTROBBED on insta. See you soon Costa Rica.






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