Cape & City


Erinn and I recently moved to another cute Cape Cod home. We are a bit further from the beach, while Erinn is closer to Cape Cod Hospital. Living in Massachusetts truly enables access to countless metropolitan areas and small, quaint towns. In comparison to Washington and Oregon, average state size over here is hardly comparable. Our travels thus far include time in Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Hampshire and New York.

Cape Cod home #2

We’ve continued adventuring all over the Cape. Most recently, we enjoyed the beautiful, historic town of Chatham. The local First Congregation Church was established in 1720 and many historical homes display the original family name and date of construction.


First Congregational Church of Chatham

Both Erinn and I can’t get used to the Massachusetts Thickly Settled street signs. How vague can a street sign be? Obviously the signs refer to a strictly enforced speed limit in residential areas. I argue the signs should instead state Strictly Enforced.


Our New York City visit was especially memorable. The train ride from Providence, RI to the city was smooth, providing a picturesque, early morning view of Connecticut. Erinn had been once before, but it was my first time in the Big Apple. New York City was massive, the pace was steady, and the tourism was totally engulfing. While I do not consider us travel experts, we did navigate the craziness quite well. In only two days, we zig-zagged all across Manhattan and checked most of the boxes on our short-list.

Wandering through Midtown

Waiting for a cab in Midtown

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Observing Brooklyn from the iconic Brooklyn Bridge

NYC skyline at sunset on the Brooklyn Bridge

Some of our favorites included a Billy Joel concert at Madison Square Garden, the Museum of Natural History, attending Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic Theatre, walking the beautiful Brooklyn Bridge at dusk, walking through Central Park, and eating the very best dumplings at Joe’s Shanghai in Lower Manhattan.

Joe’s Shanghai in Lower Manhattan

New York City was more gargantuan than I imagined. Central Park rivaled San Fran’s massive Golden Gate Park. The city goes on, and on, and on, and on. It reminded me I am just one, small drop in a vast ocean of people in this world. The next time you visit NYC, be sure to seek out Joe’s Shanghai in Lower Manhattan (shout out to Jacquie for the suggestion). Best. Dumplings. Ever.


States, Sleep & Sandpipers


In mid-September, Erinn and I drove from Portand, OR to Cape Cod, MA in just four days. The drive was surprisingly smooth, probably resulting from childhood road-trip conditioning (I spent the first 17 years of my life traveling in cars and cars alone). Erinn and I rushed from one coast to the other due to Erinn’s then current contract end date and upcoming contract start date. I would have much preferred a casual eight day trek across the country. Yes, that would have been a bit more comfortable. Instead, we drove to Rapid City, SD on day one, La Crosse, WI on day two, Ann Arbor, MI on day three, and touched the Atlantic Ocean on day four. Altogether, we drove through Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, and Massachusetts. The weather was unbelievably mild — we did not turn on the A/C until the fifteenth and final state! Hard to believe the mild mid-September weather. Sadly, we missed visiting countless family and friends. To everyone we missed right on or nearby Interstate 90, we apologize for not visiting you!


Our quaint cottage in South Yarmouth

Erinn now works at Cape Cod Hospital, located in Hyannis, MA. This is the smallest hospital she has worked in and her appreciation is apparent, with an especially low patient to nurse ratio. Both of us work in the afternoon through the evening and have taken advantage of this schedule to enjoy some extra sleep. While I usually find myself preoccupied with to-do lists, being responsible, figuring out a professional calling, etc., I have recently embraced the art of sleeping and the positive effects on the human mind and body. Why is sleep so important? Click here to learn more from the National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute.


Nantucket Sound in the mid-afternoon


Foggy morning at Parker River Beach

I spend the majority of my time at the beach, walking along the southern coast of Cape Cod. Nantucket Sound is a beautiful body of water. It provides me a sense of calmness and encourages personal reflection. When you live in walking distance to the beach, you notice how changing tides, wind gusts, and varying coastal waves affect the birds and beach-goers. If you ever want some relaxing time alone, head to the beach on a blustery, overcast day.

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Overcast skies over Nantucket Sound

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Sunset at Bass River Beach

The sandpipers at Parker River Beach are nifty little foragers. Each day I visit the beach sandpipers are patiently foraging for food in the sand along the water’s edge. Skilled and meticulous, these birds seek out food both individually and in groups. One particular morning while running on the beach, I observed sandpipers pausing their breakfast, taking flight, and landing about 15 meters ahead of me. This repetitive cycle continued as I ran 1.5 miles along the beach. As I reached the beach’s end, there must have been 20-30 sandpipers milling in front of me. It’s as if they were playing a game with me, where I existed as an obstacle in their sandy search for food. The short, careful, repetitive flights seemed rehearsed. I am not the first runner to interrupt their morning meal. Click here to read about sandpipers via National Geographic.

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Sandpiper at dusk

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Sandpipers probing the sand together

Erinn and I have wandered around Cape Cod some, but have more exploring to do. Towns we’ve been to include Provincetown, the northern-most point of the Upper Cape, and Truro, a small town located on the Upper Cape, too. Here are a few more shots from the past six weeks!


Provincetown Harbor


Pamet Harbor


Bay Area Update


My travel update is much overdue – many weeks have come and gone since my last post. Finding creativity to write about my own life is a great challenge; writer’s block at its finest. When I’m not sleeping, eating, or working, I’m walking up and down iconic San Francisco streets and along the vast San Francisco Bay waterfront. Let me catch you up!

I’m a distance runner. I love exercise – it’s freeing. All my life I’ve had the ability to step outside my home, turn one way or the other, and start running. Simple enough, eh?That’s the luxury of living in a neighborhood outside of the city. Traffic lights exist sparingly. Dense traffic is rare. In stark contrast, I walk at least a mile through downtown San Fran to find a decent area to run. For the first time in my life, all my springtime running was in the sunshine and heat. I avoided this spring’s dreary drizzle in the PNW – an appealing change. My favorite run spans from Ghiradelli Square westward to the base of the Golden Gate Bridge. It’s a beautiful five to seven mile run. But, getting to the square is almost a two mile walk.

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Close to midway point of my Square-to-Bridge run.

My most convenient and common run starts with a mile walk east through the financial district to the San Francisco Ferry Building on the Embarcadero. From there I run south, anywhere between three and five miles, to AT&T Park and back. The best part of the route is running along McCovey Cove behind the ballpark. I quickly added these two runs to my collection of Bay Area memories.

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McCovey Cove

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McCovey Cove

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Willie McCovey statue with the Bay Bridge stretching toward Oakland.

In early May I traveled to Toronto, Ontario for a regular and much anticipated family visit. The trip included numerous coffee house visits, jammin’ to Ed Sheeran’s newest album “Divide”, and late nights of tasty homemade grub and flavourful red wine (note my selection of flavour instead of flavor).  If you ever get the chance to visit Toronto, I urge you to go. It’s a beautiful city with plenty to experience.

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Aunt Marr and Pippin along the north shore of Lake Ontario

I must mention our favorite San Fran breakfast spot. Eats, a cozy American cafe, is located on the west side of town, just south of the Presidio. The menu offers the best variety of breakfast/brunch options and is packed full of people every weekend. What’s a common indicator of a great cafe or restaurant? Regularly adding your name to the list of those waiting to get it for the good stuff. Eats was worth the wait every time.

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Erinn’s cousin Kellen and her husband Andrew live in the Bay Area. We were blessed to spend quality time with them both in and out of the city.  In late May we hiked Angel Island State park, both around the island perimeter and to the summit of Mt Livermore. It was a stunning, clear day with beautiful views of San Francisco Bay. I highly recommend an Angel Island hike if you’re ever in the area!

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The Golden Gate Bridge in the distance, stretching across the mouth of the Bay


Looking north toward Tiburon and San Pablo Bay

Wrap up of our San Francisco exploring will be shared later this week, including some memories from my parents’ early June visit and the rest of our adventuring!


The Walking City

Living in a metropolitan hub is both magnificent and pungent. As I step outside our apartment building most mornings, I immediately sense the hectic pedestrian rush and funky city smells. The streets of San Fran are not as friendly as Seattle or Portland. Seemingly everyone needs to be somewhere five minutes ago. If you don’t know the art of speed walking, you soon assimilate or instead risk your well-being. And because spring in San Fran sees fewer rainy days than the PNW, the ubiquitous urine whiffs are nearly painful. Without consistent rainfall, the odor builds and follows you everywhere. This is a busy, smelly city. What metropolis isn’t? You get what you ask for! Even though San Fran is my first big city home, I am not exaggerating the smell of urine. Time we get used to it.

All that aside, San Fran is uniquely beautiful and awesome. Dad reminds me of his past San Fran visits and appreciates the city most for being an exceptional walking city. After a month here and plenty of wandering in all directions, that sounds like an understatement. San Fran is surrounded by water on the west, north and east sides. Hills exist in all directions and challenge anyone walking more than 500 feet, while also creating stunning urban views. Moreover, the incredible Victorian architecture scattered throughout the city only adds to the beauty. No complaints here.

My favorite part of town stretches along the water from AT&T Park to the Golden Gate Bridge. Almost an eight mile walk, many San Fran landmarks are included: the Embarcadero, Pier 39,  Fisherman’s WarfGhirardelli SquareFort MasonCrissy Field, the Presidio of San Francisco, and the ever-iconic Golden Gate Bridge.


Embarcadero Station


Pier 14


Pier 7

They Bay Bridge conveniently connects San Francisco and Oakland, which is just across the bay.


Pier 41

Alcatraz is barely visible, sitting out in the bay just to the right of the second lamp post. Erinn eagerly looks forward to a night tour of the prison.  Yikes.


Pier 39

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Love Bug at Fisherman’s Wharf


Window box succulents in Chinatown

Erinn’s favorite picture to date, shot about a week ago after our first visit to Coit Tower. I love how she caught the Victorian row homes in the window’s reflection.


Russian Hill

This last shot was taken in the Russian Hill neighborhood. Facing westward, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge off in the distance. Lombard Street, the famous San Fran attraction, is only a couple blocks away.

Our time in the Bay Area is quickly running out, but we are not slowing down! What an experience it has been to date. Even though we very much miss our PNW family and friends, we are thankful for this grand opportunity to travel and experience San Fran. I will soon share additional city exploration, stories, and photos, including the Golden Gate Bridge, the Presidio, and more. Also, if you know of any Bay Area musts, let us know! We welcome new ideas.

PDX to SFO (and everything in between)

March was by far the busiest month of travel I’ve ever experienced. To say we traveled frequently is an understatement. We enjoyed our last week in Portland, visited San Diego and Denver for long, friends-filled weekends, and moved to San Francisco. I even squeezed in a SW Washington cross-country ski day with Mom. Frankly, travel is expensive and tiring, but more than worth it when you spend that time with special people!

Our time in Portland was a wonderful combination of family, downtown PDX exercise and exploration, and high-quality coffee consumption. While Erinn dabbled in downtown exercise classes, I enjoyed many Esplanade walks/runs up and down the Willamette River.


Eastbank Esplanade along the Willamette River


PDX Union Station

Portland offers numerous high-quality coffee options and we definitely found our favorite. Fehrenbacher Hof is a cozy German coffee shop a few hundred feet from the Goose Hollow MAX station, nestled just behind Goose Hollow Inn. Both the coffee and food are exceptional! Fehrenbacher Hof is a must if you’re ever in the area.


Fehrenbacher Hof

I greatly miss Greenway Park, which sits just minutes away from Erinn’s childhood home in Beaverton. The morning and evening dog walks were perfect. Never too many people around and commonly quiet, Greenway Park is a great bird-watching green belt. One morning in particular, Jake (dog) and I observed a blue heron wading in the marsh for about ten minutes. We would have stayed longer, but Jake’s finite patience waned.


Greenway Park

Before our Northwest departure, Mom and I manage a trip to White Pass for some cross-country skiing. As usual, the setting was breathtaking and I barely kept up with Mom. She has decades of XC skiing experience and makes it look all too easy.


San Diego was an absolute blast. We met close friends from Nebraska, Michigan, and South Dakota for nothing but fun and were 100% successful. The weather was surprisingly mild (PNWish), but we took advantage of the sun breaks! Our visit included stops at La Jolla, Cabrillo National Monument, USS Midway, Little Italy, Balboa Park, and more.

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La Jolla


La Jolla Seal/Sea Lion Party


Tide pool exploration at Cabrillo National Monument

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Old Point Loma Lighthouse at Cabrillo National Monument

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USS Midway

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Little Italy

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Spanish Village Art Center at Balboa Park

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Balboa Park

The San Diego nightlife offered plenty to do, drink, and eat. Our group conquered The Great Escape Room, where we found ourselves trapped in an ancient Aztec temple. It happened. Believe it. There were moments I thought our lives were about to end, but with our brain powers combined we escaped at the very last minute (with ten seconds to spare). Significant credit awarded to Drew.

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The Great Room Escape

Soon after the San Diego trip, we packed our bags and flew to Denver to watch our close friend Brendan Fitzgerald perform with the Colorado Bach Ensemble. He played the role of Jesus in St. Matthew Passion. The entire performance was outstanding; professional musicians really are spectacular. Brendan continues to amaze us with his musical abilities. Check out his CBE profile here!


Erinn & Brendan at dinner in Denver

March was as busy as ever. Erinn and I are now fairly settled in San Francisco, soaking up the new surroundings as we are able. Our home is the size of a grapefruit and cable cars regularly roll right past our tiny, temporary establishment. San Fran is big, busy, and known as a great walking city. How far have I walked so far? 216 miles in 22 days (thanks Fitbit). Watch for another blog post later this week! I have plenty of photos to share. Here’s a San Fran sample:

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San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park


Let’s Eat

I love food. Don’t you? If your response is “no” or “meh”, you must be kidding yourself. Food fuels the human body, cradles erratic emotions, and even sparks elaborate creativity. Eating food is one of my daily rituals, especially as an avid walker/runner/hiker; refueling is so important. In recent years I moved away from processed crap and focused on the real stuff: whole foods. Your body needs whole foods to operate properly. The additives and artificial substances in processed foods are awful for your body. Making a lifestyle change toward healthy, whole foods is challenging, and can require some guidance from others. Thanks to my Mom, her passion for farm fresh food somehow breached my young adult habits.

Mom continues to be an amazing cook. She’s timely, prepared, and adaptive. For those lucky enough to have tasted her paella, you know what I am referring to. While I am not much of a cook, I do prepare most of the food I eat and occasionally dabble with a new dish. Cooking is much enjoyable, but incredibly difficult, too. More frustratingly, cooking takes significant time out of my day (and likely yours, too).  A favorite remedy of mine is the occasional meal out.

When Erinn and I eat out, our plan is simple: find a restaurant with fresh food, an appealing menu, and affordable prices. How do we achieve this? We focus on breakfast! Breakfast sits hierarchically above lunch and dinner. Disagree with me? Let me briefly explain. For the sake of simplicity, let’s abandon lunch altogether. Dinner offers so many options it can be difficult selecting something from the menu. Once a selection is made, you might spend the next hour regretting your decision, wondering what could have been. This happens to me all the time. Instead, breakfast menus are relatively simple and consistent. You can find a traditional American breakfast anywhere. Additionally, if you overeat at dinner you can end up ruining your evening and possibly your night of sleep. Conversely, if you overeat at breakfast, you have all day to walk off the full belly. I could continue my breakfast versus dinner run-on, but want to move on to better things.

Portland, Oregon offers plenty of restaurant options and the food is spectacular. Unfortunately our personal pockets aren’t deep enough to try all the best spots in town, but I have a couple of favorites to tell you about!

Bijou, Cafe´ 

Near the Willamette River’s west bank, this cute cafe offers wonderful breakfast favorites with a French twist. The baked goods are tastefully fresh and organic avocado can be added to any breakfast (avocado makes everything better). Additionally, the local coffee is brewed to perfection and makes for a lengthy morning visit. If you are ever in Portland, Bijou, Cafe´ should be at the top of your to-do list!

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Fried Egg I’m In Love

Created and managed by a fellow PLU alum, Fried Egg I’m In Love is an excellent breakfast choice on the east side of Portland. This supreme food truck in the Hawthorne District offers scrumptious breakfast sandwiches, coffee, and mimosas. While it’s a food truck, you better call ahead if you want to grab-and-go. Many locals call in their orders because of the overwhelming popularity. I can understand the frustration for some, but I think it’s the best indicator of all. Check out the tasty menu!

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TTNC Pilot

Travel is one of life’s essentials, with a firm foundation anchored in adventure, exploration, and inconsistencies. I absolutely love travel. Raised in a road trip oriented family, I ventured cross-country to reunions and historical landmarks throughout my early years. Numerous national park visits peppered our family travels in the spacious western United States. Again and again I struggled through the stale interstate drives and the inevitable youthful boredom, but the scenic spectaculars made the wait all the better. Nostalgia is now slowly pulling me back. Travel is calling out, baiting my unfenced future.

In September 2016 my other half, Erinn, completed her third year as a labor and delivery RN at Tacoma General Hospital’s Birth Center.  Erinn then shifted her career in a unique direction, snatching a position with Travel Nurse Across America. Erinn now contracts herself as an L&D RN throughout the United States. We are embracing travel’s unpredictability and the shedding of our possessions, better know as ‘stuff,’ has begun.

As we visit and explore different U.S. cities, I will share our particularly exceptional and captivating experiences with photos, details, stories, etc. I want to express the characteristics that make each city both culturally unique and vibrant!

Some sound advice when reading TTNC posts: brew a fresh cup of joe, find a comfy seat, sip the joe, relax, and (as necessary) repeat. Tea is welcome, too!

First stop: Portland, OR.


Crisp pine cone snow drops from the recent winter storm.


Old Town PDX.


Da Tung and Xi’an Bao Bao (Universal Peace and Baby Elephant) at the North Park Blocks in downtown Portland.