The Sunday Traveler is away from home and computer, and trying to post via cell phone. The photo above is of a minuscule beach, if you can even call it that, in Benicia in Northern California. Not many people know of it, or ever go there. It’s set below eye level of the street. Access is down a rickety set of old wooden steps, old planks hewn from what the tide brought in I like to think; and the “handrails” on either side are a big fat chain looped from split posts to post downward. If the tide is up, one is stopped at the last step; if the tide is out, the little slice of beach is filled with offerings from the ocean. Low tide is my time to go there on many a day to sit on a piece of driftwood to meditate on the vast body of water in front of me, to think, to send my offerings of gratitude back out to sea; to just be. Home is a pretty good place to be.