The wanderlust bug is biting bad. An itch that needs scratching. The urge to go. Anywhere. I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this. As California clamps down again, the travel bug bites harder; it’s merciless. But I do get the necessity to stay home, to isolate to protect myself and others. And since there is no place to run away to these days, I’ll pick up the Sunday Traveler once more, going back to some of the places that brought me so much joy. Possibly re-living trips from the past will bring some satisfaction. I’ll keep the surprise factor going and jump from place to place rather than post an ongoing series of one place. I’m hoping that will help me to commit to being here a bit more consistently, but no promises.
The little prop plane I took from Oahu to the island of Molokai was a first on this type of plane for me, and only added to the fantastic trip this was back in 2016.