My name is Sunshine LeMontree.
And yes, my mother was a hippie.
Something something winding roads and unknown destinations. We've been entertaining the idea of another long road trip in the future, perhaps up through North Dakota and into Montana for Glacier, onward to secret hot springs or who-knows-what in Idaho and from there it's just about a straight shot back across Wyoming to home again. Epic views, lots of open space, wild animals, American kitsch and adventure.
Craving a decent hike this weekend, so we took off to the limestone canyons and light woods of Starved Rock State Park. It was intensely crowded, but we managed a few moments to ourselves along the trails.
Phototropism is what they call it when plants grow toward the light. I wonder what they call it when people do.
A really incredible sky today, full of startling light and moving shadows. Happy Monday from Chicago, a city where all weather is possible!
Local strawberries, extra sharp cheese, loose leaf tea and all the dog-spotting you could dream of — heavens, I love when it's farmers market season.
I grew up exploring the fabric district in LA, from the cavernous warehouses to the tiniest stores, all piled high with rolls of material — tapestries, velvets and silks, great furling mountains of chiffon. So I have a special place in my heart for textiles. I love the bead vendors at the flea markets in Chicago, their tables fit to burst with strings of colorful beads, smooth and coarse, small and formidable, almost too hot to the touch in the summer sun. I never know what to do, I want them all.
Perfect afternoon for a work-mandated boat cruise along the Chicago River and out onto Lake Michigan ⛵️💦☀️👌
Last year for my birthday, we were in Chengdu, eating hotpot, walking 16 miles through the city and climbing Taoist mountains in 100% humidity. This year, we kept it simple. A little pre-birthday jaunt along the shore, home by nightfall to curl up with a book and the cat. Working tomorrow like the grown up I sometimes manage to be. I wonder what the next year will bring.
We drove along the back roads following the shore of Lake Michigan from Chicago to Saugatuck and back today. The dunes look deceptively quiet here, but in fact they were hot and windy and full of summertime.
A few ordinary things. 1. Our first batch of kombucha will be ready to taste tomorrow. Potential flavor names: Boochie mama? Benedict Kombuchatch? Saved by the booch? 2. Tomorrow, we'll also see whether my cement planter that I made just turns back into sand. 3. I have a yoga sculpt class in the evening that KICKS my butt, but I go anyway. 4. I'm reading Persepolis right now 👌 5. I wrote 1200 words on Costa Rica, so... multiple blog posts. 6. Tell me your stuff. What's interesting? What are your kombucha puns?
All the animals I saw. In the wild, the vulture, the iguana, the howler monkey and such. At the sanctuary, the spider monkey, the sloth, the kinkajou, capuchin and parrots. Not pictured: the graceful cows, the toucan who flew too fast, the monstrous roof iguanas, the stray cats, adventure dogs and unearthly sand snails.
Hello, weekend! I've missed you terribly. I'm just going to put this out here in the world, so I'll actually do it: I'm writing a blog post on highlights from Costa Ballena. So, look forward to that. And then I'll start sharing Chicago life again, which you can see any ole time via stories.
So, I'm STILL obsessing over this trip. While we were there, we rented a 4wd SUV and drove three hours from San José to Dominical. Possibly the only thing I love more than road trips is road trips in foreign countries. 💙🚙
Last night I made the most delicious banana bread with coconut oil and maple syrup. This morning we juiced carrots, oranges and fresh ginger. Jonathan made french toast topped with mango cooked in coconut milk. Outside, the sky looks like a painting and I'm gonna lie here listening to the wind through the wide-open windows like it's my job. 📷: from our porch at Costa Paraiso in Dominical
First, you hike out along a deserted beach strewn with coconuts and palm fronds. The sun is high and hot. Every time the surf pulls back you see small blue snails diving beneath the sand, leaving little squiggly trails after them. There are live sand dollars everywhere. Try not to step on them. At last, you reach the sandbar. The famous Whale's Tail. It's broad and flat and leads straight out from the shore. See the rock formations in the distance, the ocean all around you. The water is warm, but the current is strong. You walk toward the fins like sun-struck pilgrims. There, the tide pools look like another world entirely. Thank goodness you have an adept guide to point out various crabs, barnacles and sea things. There's an eel frantically searching for deeper water. It disappears beneath a rock. There's a sea slug you mistook for algae. See how it contracts and grows. Already, the ocean is creeping back across the sand.
Writer. Traveler. Gemini Tiger. Coffee enthusiast. I like impromptu dance parties, rooms full of books and warm weather.
This is a blog about wandering, wondering and everything in between.