By Anna Taylor
I hope you’ll stick with me while I wax nostalgic for the next few posts. NORTH FLORIDA. I spent 2007 – 2011 exploring Leon and its neighboring counties. Tallahassee is unique in that it’s about 45 minutes from the beach and the entire area is spotted with natural springs and sink holes. The landscape is
Wakulla Springs is about 15 miles south of Tallahassee. It’s easily one of the prettiest places in the panhandle (that’s not a gulf shore beach or oak-lined canopy back road). During the right time of year, you can take a glass-bottom boat tour, and most days you’ll see a handful of gators and a manatee
You can catch up with part 1 here. After lunch it was finally time to do what Taylor had been looking forward to all day. The Wax Museum… I guess we got tired of the city, maybe because of the weather or possibly impractical footwear decisions, but we spent the afternoon out enjoying some scenery
Dear Me at 23, I know you’re not a huge fan right now, but things change. They may change slowly, but they change. You never really notice differences on a day to day basis, but when looking back, it’s hard to ignore the space between who you are in the present and who you are
On Saturday, Kelsey (AKA BFFFFFF&F) drove up from San Diego to see me! We ate an early (and long) lunch in downtown Pasadena at a place called Slaters 50/50. Their burger patty was made from 50% ground beef and 50% ground bacon. Yes. You read that right. Afterwards we decided to visit Griffith Park Observatory
It’s New Year’s Eve Eve. The day after tomorrow will be 2013. It’s weird how quickly the year seems to have passed when you’re looking back from the tail end of it. When we got to Snowshoe on Sunday, it was cold and windy but there was little to no snow in the forecast. In
Our trip to Helen started off on Friday night after a pretty entertaining run in with a pair of drunken old ladies. They walked up to us, asked if we were drinking, and then poured the last few sips of their beers into my cup. I must look like the type that enjoys drinking strangers’
This weekend we are Helen, GA bound for our second annual trip to Oktoberfest in the cutest Alpine village that’s not actually in the Alps. The fact that this place exists is amazing. They serve beer in boots and have warm pretzels with beer cheese. It’s also the perfect time of year to catch some
This post is going to be picture heavy. The weekend was a success, y’all. And by success, I mean “bank account emptying, beer coma inducing, day full of riotous laughter.” We drove up to Helen on Friday as soon as Mike got off work. Naturally, the day full of glorious sunshine turned to torrential rain
Mike’s big sister Gena turned 21 *see footnote* on Saturday, so we celebrated with the family in Augusta that evening. We ate dinner at the Boll Weevil Cafe – apparently one of Paula Dean’s faves. My salad was sub-par and the fried green tomatoes didn’t exactly throw a party in my mouth, although Gena said
Washinton Wandering 