Brand Spotlight: Dark Water Classic

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Sara in San francisco with the "shutter" camera strap/ dark water classic

My dear friend Eric, founder and craftsman over at Dark Water Classic, has always been an eclectic soul. A tattooed, guitar wielding, salty-skinned, beach boy restored himself in his rustic roots when creating this from-the-heart brand last August. Specializing in the best of the best leather goods (wallets, camera/guitar straps, belts, keychains.....) and accessories, Dark Water Classic is your one stop shop for premium quality finds.

I took a moment to get deeper into the "Dark Water." I asked Eric a few questions about all things DWC:

Q: Dark Water Classic is a unique name; Where does its meaning stem from?

A: The name Dark Water Classic is inspired from many of the things I love and enjoy in life.  So when I talk about "dark water", it is basically a metaphor for the ocean, oil & gasoline, Ink, coffee, and beer & whiskey.  What they have in common is that they are of dark liquid substance, and they are traditional, classic and historic elements. 

Q: What is the philosophy behind your brand/process?

A: Basically with DWC, I just really set out to design and craft items that are useful. Items made of good quality so they will last.  As far as process goes, everything I have made has started as a sketch with pen and paper.  Once its drawn out, measurements dialed in and the music is turned up, I take it to the workbench and start bringing it to life.

Q: What has been your favorite product to craft so far and why?

 A: Putting wallets aside, my favorite product to make is the Sling guitar strap.  I've been a guitarist for 18 years now and probably the coolest thing I can say I have accomplished is crafting the most comfortable guitar strap I have ever worn.  Whether  I'm hanging my smallest parlor body acoustic from it, or a big ass anchor of a solid body electric, theres no difference in comfort and reliability in the strap.  So yea, its the little things in life that get me I suppose.

Q: When in the shop, what tune gets your work gears going?

A: The very first thing I do everyday when I set foot in the shop is I turn on Pandora, Gary Clark Jr. "Catfish Blues Radio".  The Blues really just put me at ease and bring me into a mindset where I can lose track of time and work hours on end.  The better the music you're listening too, results in the better quality of products you make. ( This is something I made up in my own head, but I stand by it )

Q: If DWC got a "celebrity endorsement", who would you hope for?

A: If I were to get a celebrity endorsement, on a serious level, I would be stoked to have Dave Grohl from the FooFighters.  Dave is the man.  And one day he will probably be president........But on a non serious level, Haley Joel Osment.

Q: What can a costumer expect from their relationship with DWC?

A: I am a very hands on, communicative small business owner.  I love interacting with my customers.  I love talking to them & getting to know them.

Q: When you are not hammering away in the shop, what are you getting into!?

A: Well I work DWC 7 days a week, but at the end of the day I am only human so I do take breaks.  I play guitar every single day, every little break from leather work.  I try and surf as much as possible, but the beach trips have died down since DWC launched.  Being a one man operation aint an easy business to build from the ground up, but I love it.  I am always keeping busy.

Q: List three words that represent DWC?

A: Genuine, Quality, Craftsmanship

Dark Water Classic is a labor of love in more ways than one. In the 10 years I have known Eric, I have always viewed him as a romantic. He has surely proven that by building this business from the ground up, much in his Fiancé's honor. From trading in his hot-rod for an engagement ring, to creating an established business, this rock-n-roll romantic is using what he can to give them the intimate nuptials of their dreams. What a guy!

As a photographer, I was itching to get my hands on the BEAUTIFUL "Shutter" camera strap. Over the past several years of wearing large bodies around my neck, I have never had a camera strap immediately feel so comfortable. I requested a 31" adjustable strap; Being that every single order is hand-crafted, I was beyond thrilled to be able to ask for EXACTLY what I wanted. What came in the mail was more than I expected. The leather soft and silky against my skin; The hardware rustic and perfect in size; The clean logo sharply embossed on the tail end of the strap.  It is sturdy, sexy and sustainable! It is the perfect strap for me. Head on over to DWC Website now, and do yourself a favor!

xx

Sare De

NYC, the De - Way; New York

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Rainy Wednesday's In NYC// Sara and Amy with Dad in Manhattan

October of 2015, we saw the Big Apple for the first time. It has been my 68 yr. old fathers dream to see New York City his whole life. He fell sick in 2007 and for a moment there, we didnt know if that dream would become a reality. Thankfully, with what was a miracle, he beat his disease - my siblings and I then vowed  to do everything in our power to make it happen for him. It might have taken a while for his then teenage children to do some growing and saving, but late last year we got our booties on a couple of jumbo jets and head for the city that never sleeps!

All being first timers, my brother, sister, Dad and I knew that hitting the "touristy stuff" was going to be the point of this trip. Bearing that in mind, I did some research on how to getaway with being smart and cost effective while still seeing it ALL in NYC. I knew there must have been a way to monetarily bundle the expenses v. paying for each attraction individually. I purchased 4 NYC CityPass booklets and it was on! With a one time payment of $116 you have access to:

  1. The Empire State Building Experience
  2. The American Museum of Natural History
  3. The Metropolitan Museum of Art
  4. Top of the Rock Observation Deck OR The Guggenheim
  5. Statue of Liberty & Ellis Island OR CircleLine Siteseeing Cruises
  6. 9/11 Memorial & Museum OR Intrepid Sea, Air and Space Museum 

Purchasing this as a bundle saved us a total of $320+ as a group! The items in BOLD are the attractions we handled while there! (Will share more opinions later, read on!) The vouchers themselves allow to skip many of the long ticket lines saving both time and money!

We arrived on a Saturday evening and flew out Wednesday afternoon. We had a short time to make the most of everything so we hit the ground running. Hop in a flat-rate cab from JFK and be ready to cross a couple bridges and wait in traffic. It is just the way the city goes! Once on the grid, we dropped our bags at the Park Central Hotel in Midtown and with our eyes set on the Empire State Building Observation Deck in Chelsea. If you turned your head to the right upon exiting the lobby onto the street you were met with brilliant blue light. It was the glow of Times Square which was about a 9min walk down 7th Ave. Like a moth to a flame, we were pulled through icon plaza and stopped to take a few pictures!

Growing up a 90's kid, I felt like all those years of watching TRL would have prepared me for walking through the area. And truthfully, it was everything I expected. Lots of people, lots of panhandling, lots of noise both visually and audio. Nonetheless it was a major experience I felt very in awe of at the moment with my family. More so, it was the moment I realized that we, as a team, just did something so huge for my father. It felt really good.

Saturday: Getting Settled, Times Square, Empire State Building

Manhattan from the observation deck of the empire state building // NYC, ny

After working our way through the crowds, it was onto the Empire State Building. To my surprise the deck stays open LATE (2am, with the last elevator heading up at 1:15am), so all the lovebirds in Manhattan can have a post dessert cuddle above the city. When I think of New York City a few obvious things come to mind, but up at the top-spot in undoubtedly, the Skyline. There is no city in America like NYC, not even close. Architecturally and beyond - I couldn't believe I was about to be seeing the skyline from up there! I would absolutely recommend using your ticket in your CityPass booklet for a late night viewing. There was zero line, it was quick/efficient and the twinkle of the city is like no other!

In all my life, my father has been afraid of heights. He knew that this trip would entail some tall towers and some lingering elevator rides. He, in my opinion, was a total champ throughout. He knew that these sites were once in a lifetime and that he had to see them, if only momentarily. We found a quick slice of NYC pizza in the East Village before heading back towards the hotel for the night. My absolute FAVORITE aspect of the trip was that every single night before turning in, we would all go to this deli and pastry shop on the corner by our hotel. We would each order something different and share around the table; our bites, our favorite parts of the day, our stories. It was the one constant in this bustling city that I looked forward to each and every day.

Sunday: Rockafeller Center and NY Giants Football

Midtown Manhattan is what you would expect. Lots of lights, glitz, glam, men in suits and big business all around. It is the hustle and bustle hub of the city, but if you were to ask a local, they would never tell you to stay in this area. Because of its entertainment and allure, this area does tend to be where the tourists are and for this vacation, that was okay. We were the dorking, wide eyed, Californianers who were drooling over every street corner. We embraced it! 

We had afternoon plans that took us out of the city; to New Jersey in fact! That afternoon we had tickets to see the NY Giants play the Dallas Cowboys at MetLife Stadium across the bay. A high school friend on mine plays for the NY Giants and was gracious enough to save 4 seats for us! This made sense for my family to do while in NYC because my father is a football coach, I have a friend on the team and my brothers favorite team is the Dallas Cowboys. For us, this worked. I feel like Amy and I also really wanted to rise to the challenge of mastering transportation while in the area. It felt good being on top of schedules and knowing which train/subway to take where. That is the type-A in us. So, before we head out for the game, it was a quick whirl around MidTown landing us at Rockefeller Center, just passed Radio City music hall. October is a special time to be in NYC. The colors are changing and the air has just the right amount of chill - Though being near the ice-rink at Roc Center where that famous Christmas Tree is lit, and the high-kicks of the Radio City Rockettes in Santa suits, I strangely wished we were there 2 months later. NYC at Christmas time is absolutely on my list in the future!

We threw on some NY Giants gear and head to Penn Station. It was an $11 train under the bay to Seacacus with a free transfer to the above ground train to the stadium. Now, a few words to the wise for my ladies out there: If you are planning to visit MetLife Stadium, either do not bring a purse or be prepared to check it. You are not permitted to being anything larger than a SMALL clutch if they even allow that.  If I had know then, what I know now, all that would have been on me was my debit and ID. Although the team at Bag Exchange was quite well oiled, I was still annoyed that my travel purse was tucked away in some closet without my supervision. Anyway, It was a Blue Bird Day on the other side of the Hudson! A perfect afternoon for Giants Football. We had a great time! We laughed, cheered, danced, hollered and totally made the most of the NY victory over the Cowboys. Moments like these force me to remember how fortunate I am to have my siblings. They are the biggest goofs, the people that make me laugh from my belly and extremely fun to be around.

My family outside of metlife // east rutherford, new jersey

It was time to head back into the city. The train ride was a snoozy one, even with me falling asleep on dad's shoulder. Thankfully when we got back to the city, we had just enough energy to grab our sweet treat for the night and then head in. 

Monday: Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty and The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway

sara, the crowd and the brooklyn bridge // nyc, ny

Today's agenda had us heading downtown. It was my suggestion that we get our heart-rates up with a walk along the Brooklyn Bridge first thing. You never know how something truly is until you see it with your own eyes. I was surprised in more ways than one with this iconic landmark. First, the sidewalks leading you to the threshold over the water are very long which surprised me, as did the amount of cable and wiring all over the place. For some reason in my head, I envisioned it a bit less cluttered, though it was not at all unappealing. The bridge was beautiful and unlike anything I had ever seen. The walk all the way across was quite long, so with the few pictures and moment to enjoy the surroundings, we turned back for the subway towards Battery Park.

Battery Park is where "Statue Cruises LLC" ports. It was next on the docket to venture to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. This venture was BY FAR the most trying. Acquiring the tickets, waiting in a LONG line for security, getting through security, waiting to load the boat, waiting for the boat to deport, the lap to the Statue etc. It was far more time consuming than anyone had imagined. The views from the bay are spectacular and the Statue itself is neat to see, but in my opinion, this was the wrench of the trip. We of course had a blast and made the most of our time out there, but if I knew then what I know now, I would have skipped this aspect of the trip and adventured more downtown, or maybe head to the Highline for more time spent outside on that beautiful day. Don't get me wrong, the immigration information was fascinating and views marvelous - it was just very time consuming. Definitely an activity to save for an "open agenda" day in the Big Apple. By the time the boat docked at the Statue of Liberty, we had seen all we really needed to and felt like we were running out of time being most concerned with our date that evening: The Phantom. (A family favorite.)

We let the ferry finish off to Ellis Island, where again, we stayed on the boat before docking back at Battery Park. In looking at the clock and feeling my stomach rumble, I realized we hadn't consumed much more than our morning coffee's. Brainstorming underneath the (chilling) shadows of the World Trade Center, I suggested John's Pizzeria in Greenwich Village. It was a DIRECT recommendation from my best friends dad who grew up in NYC and even spent time in the 1970's driving a taxi on the famous city streets. John's is a hole in the wall, family-style pizza joint, where you come in and sit down for the best pie of your life. Consensus: It was indeed the best pizza of her life according to my sister. Thats a huge statement, but well deserved. Full to the brim, we took a final subway to our hotel to rest and get ready for our fancy night at the theatre.

Sidebar: some of the most fun moments in between was stopping to acknowledge and admire my father in this way. We hadn't been on vacation together since I was 11 years old, maybe even younger. I don't know that we had spent this much consecutive time together since I was 11 years old. Truth is, I loved every minute of it and really made sure to relish that will my photographs.

“Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night... Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and live, as you never lived before!”
— Charles Hart

Among a few other smaller requests, one of my father's life long dreams was to see this iconic musical on Broadway. Since I can remember the Phantom has been a part of my life. The Sarah Brightman and Micahel Crawford original recording was in the cassette tape player over and over as a child. I knew who the Phantom was before I knew who Big Bird was. Over the years, we have all felt such a connection to the story and memories shared listening, that is was a given to attend the evening performance at the Majestic Theatre just off Broadway. You have no idea how satisfying it was to know that this was happening. That we were making this happen as a family. I quietly insisted that I sit next to Dad. I wanted to watch him, watch them. 

After the emotional performance, we gathered around the table at Junior's and savored a couple slices of NY Cheesecake. I perfectly paired mine with a Prosecco and cheers'd to one of my most memorable nights yet!

Tuesday: 9/11 Memorial Museum, The Museum of Natural History & Central Park Strolling

One World trade center // lower manhattan, ny

I find it coincidental that this is the brightest photo I took the whole trip. As you can tell, the Autumn leaves were changing and against the blue sky and crystal bones of  One World Trade Center, they really pop! I was Eleven when the Twin Towers fell.  I have vague memories from my childhood: many at the park, swimming pool, playing competitive sports. They are all there in the whirlwind of my mind but when I talk about September 11th, 2001; I can recount every single detail of the morning from my perspective. Eleven is an age where your parents start treating you a little differently. You are given more trust, responsibility, and more faith from your elders that you can handle the world around you. When I watched Katie Courac and Matt Lawyers broadcast of the Today Show that morning with my Mom, I felt that whole new Eleven year old burden and then some. I feel like it was the first time I ever really looked at my life on a global scale. It was a life-changing event, for us all.

I knew heading to Ground Zero was going to be emotionally taxing but I was prepared for it, or so I thought. My family, on the whole, is a sentimental family. Dates, places, and events, be it historical or personal, seem to stay in the forefront of our minds often. I actually find it quite an endearing trait to take awake from our parents. We arrived early as to avoid the mid-day crowds. The Entire World Trade Center Block is gorgeous. During our time there, it seemed like they were putting the finishing touches on the brand new World Trade Center PATH Terminal. A piece of architecture like none has never seen! Regal, skeletal, strong.

Inside the Memorial, past security, you are immediately met with the iconic Tritan-esque pillars that were so famously photographed amongst the rubble of the buildings. You truly understand the size and scale of what occurred while passing under the shadow of those two. 

Now, this museum did not do much to sugar coat the horrific events of that day. It was a very honest, raw, and real space. Much like the Modern New Yorker: Proud and strong even staring loss and adversity in the face. Though I think this visit is absolutely necessary for tourists in Manhattan, I could understand how it is overwhelming for some.

From the beginning on your walk through you are met with glimpses of that day. Plane routes shown in wall installations, slideshows on pillars with audio of phone calls and answering machines dated 9/11/01 over head. Your walk sinks you down underneath where the towers stood. The walls are lined with hundreds of Missing Person's Ads and scribbled messages. Upon moving lower into the subterranean museum, you come across a monochromatic blue wall:  

Trying to Remember the Color of the Sky on that September Morning

      " Finch's work, Trying To Remember the Color of the Sky on That September Morning, is inspired by the memorably clear, intensely blue sky of that fateful morning, reports the New York Times. The work covers most of the central wall in the museum's subterranean exhibition space.

      Though it may appear from a distance to be a stone mosaic, the piece comprises individual sheets of Fabriano Italian paper that the artist has hand-painted in different shades of blue with water colors, hung like the missing person notices that filled the city's streets in the days and weeks following the tragedy. Each of the 2,983 squares represents one of the victims of the 2001 attacks and the 1993 World Trade Center bombing." - Artnet News

The wall was bold and moving. I too, in my mind, can recall my shade of blue that day. Now on the lowest level of the museum, you are met with a few more memorable relics, like a collapsed NYFD FireTruck and the demolished, spray painted, pillars showcasing First Responders station, department, and squad numbers. That level also holds two more walk-throughs: In Memoriam; A collage of faces no longer with us & A Historical Exhibition: a minute to minute breakdown of the day through relics, media, phone calls, air traffic monitors, and so on. This was a very detailed remembrance of the day that was extremely emotional. From what I recall, I believe young children are not allowed in & they ask that you to not bring in cameras or recording equipment. Just be present with the intel. It was an immensely emotional hall. All so haunting and powerful.

Hungry & emotionally drained, we finished our time at the Museum to grab bite, but not before acknowledging the insanely innovative fountains created in the footprints of the Twin Towers. "Reflecting Absence" is a stunning work created by Architect Michael Arad and Landscape Architect Peter Walker. The rushing of the largest man-made waterfalls are intended to silence to bustling noise of the city, making the site a "contemplative sanctuary." 

refelcting absence // World trade center; manhattan, ny

The day was less than half done, but truthfully we were exhausted in more ways than one. We still had vouchers in our City Pass Booklet for a few things and dinner reservations at The Strip House- Midtown at 8pm. We juggled around the ideas of visit the Met or Museum of Natural History. We took the subway up to Central Park and strolled around to catch a true sense of Autumn in New York. This was one of my favorite parts of the trip. Though I am clearly a city girl, growing up in Los Angeles and now living in San Francisco, nature is my best pal. Disappearing into an East Coast Autumn horizon was bliss for me. Once out onto the The Lake the whir of Columbus Circle and Central Park West fades and it is peaceful. 

A family row // central park, nyc

In California, our seasons are mild. I have essentially lived in "75 degrees and sunny" my entire life. THINK ABOUT THAT. To see trees the same color as fire was extraordinary to me. We went October 24-28 and the colors were just barely changing. I can only imagine what Thanksgiving must look like; A dream land.

With just a bit of time to kill, we head across the street, just across Central Park West, to the Museum of Natural History. To be honest, for us, this was just a quick, easy-cess time taker before needing to head back to the hotel. We didnt have enough time to give the MET the attention it deserved unfortunately. The Natural History Museum is much like you would expect - lots about the evolution of man, ancient civilizations and ecosystems around the planet. Definitely a place to spend a damp NYC afternoon.

We made special reservations at THE STRIP HOUSE - Midtown, for a fancy steak dinner and time around the table as a family. Order a cut of meat, and sides for the table to share - pretty standard for any steakhouse experience. Red booths, crystal chandeliers and well dressed waiters all around. It was a delicious dinner celebrating our last night in the Big Apple. We decided to have one last loop around Times Square and to catch a few innings of World Series Baseball. It was an exciting time being that the Mets were in the World Series. There were many loud and rocking bars all around. Dad promised each of us, individually, that he would spend time making a specific memory with us while there. On the last night, just the 2 of us snuck away to enjoy, a rather cliche, but totally awesome horse-drawn carriage ride around Broadway. We had 20 minutes to ourselves, to talk about life, love, joy, memories and more. It was a moment with my father I will never forget!

Wednesday: Top of the Rock, Head to JFK

It was our last morning of vacation. The streets wet with rain, we packed up the last of our bags, and made one last stop to get a wet and foggy view of the city. Often, you see the city from the observation deck of the Empire State, leaving that poster itself out of view, but if you want to get a Southbound view of everything, including the old ESB, head to the Top of the Rock Observation deck. 

First of all, it is quite exciting to be in 30 Rockafellar Plazza. The building is quite amazing - with a subway station that pours directly into its basement, a mall and food court at the bottom, along with stacks and stacks of offices, show sets and famous studios, the building is unreal. 

Dad wasnt feeling too well this morning, so waiting inside, out of the rain. James and I grabbed a few rainy shots of the skyline one last time. It was a great way to send us off. A little fatter, a littler happier and definitely street-smarter. This trip to New York was that of a lifetime and more than just seeing the industrial gateway that immigrants paved so many years ago, but also to connect of such a deeper level with my family than we had all these years prior. I am very proud of this trip - that we did right by my father and made it happen for him. It truly enriched us all.

Preserve Your Penny:
  1. Book in advance. Use resources like Hopper, SkyScanner, GoogleFlights, and Jet Radar to compare rates and dates!
  2. The Subway is your friend! Taxi's and town cars add up. Plus, if you have anywhere to be in a jiffy, the subway is the only way.
  3. You an attraction bundle like CityPass and save big not only on tim but money. Shorter lines and saving dimes!
  4. Often the best time spent is simply outdoors people watching. Picnic in Central Park for lunch instead of dining at some tourist trap in midtown.
  5. Authenticity is king. Don't be fooled by the bright colors and busy signs of midtown - go deeper into the city for good food, collectables and cocktails.
  6. Cab fare can change based on time of day- best to just arrange a flat rate ride to and from your hotel/rental as to not hike up your transit!

 

xx

Sara De.

RedRocks RoadTrip; Part 2 // Page AZ & Bryce Canyon

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Sara in Lower Antelope Canyon // Page, AZ ; Photo: Emily Magers

Once the loop through Monument Valley was through, it was straight on toward Page, Arizona where both Antelope Canyon and HorseShoe Bend can be found! A quick 1.75hr drive from Monument Valley into the threshold of Page sits Antelope Canyon. I was very excited about this part of the trip. I had only ever seen pictures of this swerving and winding wonderland. I couldn't wait to see what the canyon looked like in person - it DID NOT disappoint. 

You can only venture into the canyons with a guide. We did some price comparing before landing ourselves with the laid back crew at Ken's Tours of Lower Antelope Canyon. Done on foot, the canyon is just a short walk from the Shop and Kiosk. There are steep ladders that lower you down into the Canyon, so watch your step! The ground floor is comprised of red dust and the walls are grooved and etched from bottom to top. It is a stunning landscape!

We enjoyed Ken's Tours because along with endless info about the geography surrounding the canyon, they were very in touch with the photographic beauty too. The guide would lead each member of the small 11 person group to the perfect placement for photos. Over the years the natives have named different formations after their rebalance to either nature or animals. Like seen here, with the Eagle of the left and Shark on the right!

We walked the quarter of a miles canyon very slowly, embracing every ounce of its beauty. I have never seen anything like this canyon in my life and not sure I will again. It was a very special, reasonable, and memorable part of this week out on the road. Hungry and ready to unload our car for the day, we head into the town of Page to check- in to our hotel before Sunset at Horseshoe Bend! Ahhh!

Next Up: HorseShoe Bend

Sara and Horseshoe bend // page, az; photo: emily magers

Page, Arizona is a medium sized and unassuming town. There are larger grocery chains, strip malls and all the makings of suburban life. This is a great stopping point along the way to restock car snacks, load up on a couple Subways sandwiches and still be able to see INSANE earthly wonders like HorseShoe Bend. If headed to Bryce Canyon next, STOCK UP on food and snacks. I'll explain more in a bit!

This stunner was formed by a tight meandering of the Colorado River. With a drop off of close to 1000ft., it  makes you weak in your knees in more ways than one. Getting to the Bend means just a quick turn off form Hwy. 89. There is designated parking and a rather short uphill hike to plateau. It is roughly 1.5 miles round trip. Sunset was a BUSY time to head up to the HorseShoe but obviously very worth it! 

The best part about this place, aside from the view, was overhearing the thoughts and feelings of the other travelers around us. People from ALL OVER THE WORLD had some to a remote park of Northern Arizona to have the same exact experience you were seeking. We photographed a group from the Bay Area, a family from India, and a couple and their brand new puppy from middle America. (Emily evening got a picture of her and the pooch in front of the Bend! Hah!) Photoshoots were happening from artists speaking Japanese and a slew of other languages could be heard all around you.

This vast view, during sunset, was the most reflective portion of the trip so far. I sat there for several minutes, feeling small, feeling in awe, feeling at peace, and feeling closer to my fellow man. I also felt very appreciative and fortunate to have a friend like Emily willing to come along with me. Emily and I are very different people. Our existential opinions differ greatly, the way we seek evidentiary truth is of opposition, the conversations we have with the cosmos look nothing alike, AND STILL we can spend 6 days with one another, listening, validating, encouraging and learning. She was the perfect companion. 

emily and sara- sunset at HORSESHOE bend // page, az

“Came but for friendship and took away love.”
— Thomas Moore

We crashed down for the night at a Comfort Inn before it was up and at 'em, back up into Utah. Bryce Canyon was a 2.5hr drive North - it seems like a bit of a detour, but with our Final Destination being Las Vegas, it made more sense to have the Grand Canyon be our last stop with only a 3.75hr drive to the airport vs. Bryce's 4+hr. I had seen beautiful images before from Bryce Canyon. The deep orange spikes are hard to look away from! Onward we went.

Next Up: Bryce Canyon

Sara and bryce // Bryce canyon national park, ut; photo: emily magers

Going into the trip, Bryce Canyon was that space I knew least about. I had a generally idea of what to expect out of all of the other destinations, but not so much Bryce. In the small town of Bryce just before the National Park, there isn't much going on. ESPECIALLY in the off-season. Because this area get most of its traffic in the summer months, many of the restaurants and shops are not even open until May. This proved to be very frustrating and confusing to a couple of tired and hungry travelers. Like I had mention before, if you can manage to take a few sandwiches and some grocery finds with you from Page, do some. I am telling you, GHOST TOWN!

Once we got in we head straight to the park. I found our way to a couple of Easy view points and turn offs. This day in particular, we were tired and not too fond of the idea of heading deep into the Canyon. It would have been and steep climb back up. Both Emily and I were totally okay with catching a few views and calling it a day. Our first stop was Bryce Point. An easily accessible overlook show casing all the good stuff you came here for. Emily and I went off the trail for a second onto this rock peninsula for the best shots. 

We hopped back in the car and decided to just let the road lead. If we saw something that looked appealing we would stop. Natural Bridge was the next place we needed to see! Though we has already spent an entire day of this trip was a bunch of other arches, this one seemed special nestled against the background and the still-there patches of ice and snow.

Natural bridge // bryce canyon national park, ut

I believe our final stop of the day was up to Peek-a-boo point. A small and easy paved trail to a sprawling look out. We took our time up there. Both still with cell service, we Facetimed with our loved ones to show where the adventure that day had taken us. Shawn was pretty darn impressed with what he saw, even through his iPhone screen. It was quiet and there was a chill in the air; I definitely had a feeling as if I was the queen of the world! 

We stayed in the town of Bryce at The Best Western Plus Ruby's Inn. One of less than a handful of places to stay in the deserted area. In the off season, the ONLY restaurant to eat in the immediate area is the cafeteria style restaurant in the lobby of the hotel. If I knew then, what I know now: I would have brought in something from a far, or eaten before getting into the area. Keep this in mind if you should visit any time but summer.

Dinner was slim pickins! We more or less made the most of the soft-serve machine and got out of there. That night in the hotel, I introduced Emily to all of the many face-filters on Snapchat. We made videos laughing so hard I cried. Overall, I would say that Bryce Canyon was considered more of a day of rest; Ready to embark on our next triumph: The Grand Canyon. 


The Grand Canyon was so GRAND I am saving our afternoon there for a later post.... stay tuned!

RedRocks RoadTrip; Part 1 // Moab & Monument Valley

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Below double arch // Photo by: Emily magers

When I realized I was going to be given extra time off in the early Spring of this year, I was thrilled. Free vacation?! Yes, please! Little did I know, March is not a desirable time for most to embark on adventures. Though I am not opposed to Solo-travel, I am someone who feels experiences should be shared by many. Thankfully my sweetest friend Emily agreed to the trip and got to partake in all things RedRocks with me. (Instagram: #ourredrocksroadtrip)

We decided that a road trip throughout Southern Utah and Northern Arizona was the way to go. In 6 days and 6 nights we conquered so much more than we imagined. This trip should absolutely be a "MUST" for American travelers (and foreign travelers a-like) trying to explore more of North America.

Emily and Sara leaving salt lake city 

Here was the plan:
  • Meet in Salt Lake City and catch a nights sleep
  • Day One- Arches National Park; Moab, UT
  • Day Two- Canyonlands National Park; Moab, UT / Head to Monument Valley, AZ
  • Day Three- Monument Valley Morning / Antelope Canyon and Horseshoe Bend; Page, AZ
  • Day Four-  Bryce Canyon National Park; Bryce, UT
  • Day Five- Grand Canyon National Park; AZ
  • Day Six- Recoup Travel Day to Las Vegas
  • Fly to Los Angeles 

When it comes to raodtrips, there is a level of whimsy one always wants going into the experience. LIFE ON THE OPEN ROAD. No rules or restrictions! Well, while that is all well and good, this type-A planner wants to offer a few tips to make your drive a smooth one! I went ahead and mapped out our route about a month in advance, as well as made rental car reservations. I felt, though it was not considered "peak season," that nailing down that reservation was the most important aspect of planning. The rental car WILL be the priciest expenditure of the whole trip - in a few I will offer penny-saving tips on how to beat out some of that cost. Next, I am a HUGE proponent of AirBnb. I have had nothing but good experiences and foresee all future travel accommodations booked through them - but for roadtrips that can be tricky. Roadtrips can have and should be left open to (controlled) detours. The best way to ensure that you are having a good time, but also have a place to crash, is reserving hotels and motels along the way ahead of time. Particularly in "peak season;" i.e.; the summer months. Most places won't charge you until check-in and have a "24hr. before arrival date" cancelation policy. Map out your destination towns, and hunt around for the best rate! Check in and out at you leisure with no time restrictions - the key is to see all you can, safely!

I had known Emily was interested in taking a trip with me, we just never landed on exactly what to do. She reminded me that she had purchased a National Parks Annual Pass later last year and the plans just started unraveling! With an Annual Pass, typically, the card holder and every member in their vehicle gets access to the park upon entry. This was a clutch resource to have going into the trip. If you are an outdoorsman, this pass is a one-time payment of awesomeness! First up, a 3.75hr drive to Arches National Park!

First Up: Arches National Park

Feeling delicate underneath delicate arch // arches national park; moab, ut

Feeling delicate underneath delicate arch // arches national park; moab, ut

There is a paved 36 mile loop that takes you from each trailhead and scenic viewpoint. It takes a couple hours to simply drive the loop without even stepping out of the car. We dedicated about half a day to the drive and getting out to do some hiking. The moment you start the drive you are awestruck. Colossal rocks jetting from the ground tower over you as you wind your way through what feels like another planet. It is so surreal. We made our first stop at Double Arch. Designated parking is easy to find and it was an EASY walk to the Arches.

You are able to climb up the formation and sit under its windows. I suggest (carefully) doing this to see the back side of the arch. It is a peaceful feeling when you stop and take a moment to breathe. I was very comfortable hiking in high-rise Lululemon yoga pants, black Mossimo tee from Target, Osprey Raptor 10" hydration pack, and Merrell Women's Chameleon Shift Traveler Mid Waterproof Hiking Boot.              (Photos Side/Below By: Emily Magers)

Now, it was onto Delicate Arch. We wanted to make sure we approached the famous Arch close to sunset. With a scenic drive over to its trailhead, we were loosing light not to the horizon but to the clouds. A grey blanket started to cover our hike, but we didnt mind too much. From the cars to Delicate Arch is 3 miles round trip. The walk is predominantly up hill, so brace yourself. On the hiking scale, this trek is considered STRENUOUS.  Once we reached the beautiful structure we were stunned. It is TRULY magnificent. Many people sat on the winding wave of red stone surrounding the frail formation. It is as if it is an Earth made ampetheatre inviting you to rest and reflect after your pilgrimage up.

 
“A weird lovely fantastic object out of nature, like Delicate Arch, has the curious ability to remind us — like rock and sunlight and wind and wilderness — that out there is a different world, older and greater and deeper by far than ours, a world which surrounds and sustains the little world of men as sea and sky sustain a ship. The shock of the real. For a little while we are again able to see, as a child sees, a world of marvels. For a few moments we discover that nothing can be taken for granted, for if this ring of stone is marvelous all which shaped it is marvelous, and our journey here on earth, able to see and touch and hear in the midst of tangible and mysterious things-in-themselves, is the most strange and daring of all adventures.
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— Edward Abbey; Desert Solitare

Sara and delicate arch // photo by: Emily magers

We crashed for the night 5 miles (or less!) away from the Park off Hwy 191, just South of the Colorado River. Aarchway Inn was cheap, clean and a great place to rest after an long day of adventure! We head into town for quality Mexican food at a hole in the wall, El Chorro Loco. Reasonably priced and seeminglya town favorite! Full and exhausted we prepared for the following day and hit the sack! 

Next Up: Canyonlands National Park

CANYON LANDS national park // photo by: emily magers

When we had originally mapped out the trip, Canyonlands was an after thought. "Maybe we can swing by it on the way out?!" I am SO glad we did because this park gave us some of the best views and best photos of all. We decided to wake early and head to Canyonlands before making the shorter 2.75hr drive down to Monument Valley.  We back tracked up Hwy. 191 a bit to get to Hwy. 313, leading you into the park but it was no major detour. You see so much on your drive in before even hitting the Information Depot - there you pay to enter, grab and map and other knick-knacks and head on in. For us, we were most interested in Mesa Arch, so we head straight for it!

Mesa Arch is a short and easy trail leading to an INCREDIBLE look out over the canyon. See for yourself!

We couldn't believe we almost wrote off this portion of the trip. It just goes to show that controlled detours may lead to memories and adventures you will never forget. We felt very fortunate to be able to take this time together when we did. Because it was not yet peak season, often we had these outrageous places seldom shared, or completely to ourselves. 

Sitting in this space, hidden under an element created archway, with nothing but my balance and my echo was humbling. Being a student of Geology and Geography in college you must know I was FREAKING OUT this entire trip. It also felt really good to talk to Emily about the science behind these formations. With each word of explantation, I too, was relearning how amazing this planet and its forces are. Here are some portraits we managed to snag while up at Mesa.

I want to take a moment to touch on some of those portraits. The camera can be quite the trickster. A few of the ones you see where we appear CLOSE to the edge definitely seem more thrilling than they were. I want to encourage all explorers and adventurers to know their limits, perform SAFE photography and hiking and be smart. Always obey the rules posted by the National Parks Service and take care of one another. 

We had gotten some unbelievable time with Mesa Arch and decided to get on the road to Monument Valley. A quick stop of gas, and it was on the road again! We made sure to stop while driving back south through Moab to grab some collectibles.

When I travel, I collect Christmas Tree Ornaments from the places I visit. Every December 25th, I can stop and reflect on how truly blessed my life has been and feel encouraged in the new year ahead to dedicate time to travel and its joys. It is my one true love, Shawn aside. Back on the road, we caught word that we would be chancing some desert thunderstorms approaching the lower part of Utah, crossing into Northern Arizona, but we didnt expect what came next.

Next Up: Monument Valley 

Sara's Rainbow // Monument Valley, AZ; Photo: EMily magers

Getting in just around sunset, the evening was about dropping our bags, grabbing some grub and washing up for the next days agenda. We stayed at Goulding's Lodge, one of two places to stay in the immediate area. RESERVE IN ADVANCE! Goulding's was no frills but totally great. They even provide Off-Season Specials that save you a boatload!

The weather getting into Monument Valley was a trip. Dropping down from the plateau into the valley, we saw bursts of storm showers in the distance. Moving our way closer to the jarring formations in the distance, we started to get spots of rain. Before we even blinked they were finished and what was left was a colorful reminder that nature is incredible. This photo does the rainbow, NO justice; Where, in the driver seat, I screeched on my brakes when I noticed this in the rear view. (No one was around, the desert can be well, deserted.) We decided to hop out and make the most of the photo opp. I think we nailed it!

Hwy. 191 almost reaches the Southern tip of Utah, before turning into Hwy 163 toward Oljato-Monument Valley. This Navajo Nation and its land actually sits on the border of Utah and Arizona, with the majority of the larger, more notable formations on the Arizona side. There are many famous photos of the final stretch of road before hitting the tribal park. We of course had to stop for the photo opp. Ourselves and a nice French solo-traveler, with cameras clicking, stood in awe of our surroundings.

 

The Navajo Tribal park is owned by the Natives and is not a US National Park. This 17 mile loop of the Valley is $20/car, up to 4 people. Many people make this trek with larger SUV's and vans as to accommodate their families and fellow travelers. As for a couple girls who rented a hot rod, Dodge- Charger (Alamo Rentals decision, not mine....) I was concerned about how the red, unpaved road would be on our low rider. From local info and opinions I gathered before hand, we tried our luck heading out on the loop without a tour guide. There are several options for guided, SUV tours for the area. Most take you off the 17 mile loop into privately owned areas to get up close and personal with the structures. A definite perk for ponying up cash for the tour! If you are looking to have a nice view and little joy ride, I think heading out on the road around the valley unguided is just fine. Be aware that in the summer months, during peak season, the locals warn that the road is bumpier, more warn and less kind on low riding/nice rented vehicles. Chances of getting dings, dents or even stuck are higher! 

It is hard to not want to stop at every single turn and take a picture. You are surrounded by insane views the entire time. So you are not hopping out every hundred feet, be sure to get great panorama's and really make the most of wide shots! Being a Native American woman (Creek and Cherokee) I took immense pride in this experience and this time with nature. There is something so truly special about the Navajo Nation. Every person inhabiting this area is a pure Navajo Native, working on the land they have known and grown for centuries. The art, textiles, jewelry and storytelling that happens in this place is so fascinating. There is even a turn off on the loop where you can drive up and purchase hand made crafts and jewels from woman creating right under the shadows of the giants! 

West and east mitten buttes // MONUMENT valley, az

Preserve Your Penny: 
  1. If you plan a trip hitting several sites, purchase a National Parks Annual Pass. It will save you big bucks in the long run and it is an amazing thing to have in your wallet! Our one time purchase got us into 4 parks on this trip alone, and still lasts the remainder of the 12 months.
  2. Cheap (but safe) motels do the trick. No need for the Ritz! This is a dirty, adventure filled experience that simply needs a place to lay your head at night.
  3. Road snacks for the win! Stopping along the way for sit-down meals, or even fats food will add up, not to mention won't feel good on a hikers tour. Grab light, and healthy snack foods to hold you over for your adventures and then treat yourself in the evenings!
  4. Bring your own easy to carry water bottle and refill as you go. Many hotels have water stations for you to use! Plastic water bottles are SUCH an unnecessary buy for many reasons!

Thanks for tagging along, Part 2 of our RedRocks Roadtrip will be                    coming up shortly! Stay tuned!

xx

Sara De.

Brand Spotlight: LittleJ HeadBands

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Sara wearing Little J Headbands in "Army" // Photo: Shawn Whelchel

I felt particularly pretty out on the streets of San Francisco rocking my Little J Headband. I was contacted by them a few weeks ago about a collaboration and was immediately interested. Not only are these handmade, unique, statement accessories, but with every purchase a donation is made. A portion of each order is donated to ALSA.org toward research, care services, public education and public policy.

May is ALS Awareness month. Head over to the website & place your orders now! Enter the code: sarade10 at checkout and receive 10% off your purchase!  Support small business' who make a big impact! Fashionable and Fundraising!

“I can change the world with my own two hands.”
— Jack Johnson

This collaboration has been special to me, not only because this is killer headwear, but because I believe in their message. Through dedication, skill, and generous hearts LittleJ Headbands has picked up speed in the small business world! 

Tourists In Our Own Town - One; SF

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It had been a rough week at work. I was looking so forward to the weekend, but the weather decided my fate early. With storms both Friday and Saturday, my mood stayed gloomy and body in bed. Then Sunday reared around with a plan unbeknownst to me. 

I made plans to spend the day with my dear friend Taylor. What our plan was: Go with the flow. We decided to meet at my place and start the day with a pricy brunch (no penny pinching there!) to treat ourselves for the rough and hard working weeks we had just seen. Since I have moved here I have wanted to dine at the Wayfare Tavern. Between its ambiance, open kitchen aesthetic and yummy menu, I knew that was the perfect place to live bit larger this morning.

By the time we were in and seated at the bar, overlooking the hustle and bustle of the dreamy French-tapestried kitchen it was seemingly Lunch time. Fried Chicken it is then! A regular on many of SF's best lists, I figured I would see what all the fuss was about only side a starting order of "Poutine" and an accompaniment of asparagus. Oh, an beer, did I mention the beer! Feast your eyes.......

Wayfare Tavern // financial District; San Francisco

Wayfare Tavern // financial District; San Francisco

Our lavish lunch was a fantastic way to start off the day. It felt good to check this famed SF restaurant off the list. It encouraged us to want to do more things that turned us into tourists for the day. That got us thinking about all the things that people come here to do, yet we had never accomplished. An Irish Coffee at the Buena Vista?! With eager curiosity, despite the pushback from out taste buds, we hoped in an Uber and head for the bottom of Hyde St.

Now, I am not big into coffee. I know.... shocking, but true. But I do love me some whiskey, so I figured I would give into the experience and throw one back. If you are unfamiliar, the Buena Vista Cafe is FAMOUS for dishing out lines and lines of pipping hot "Irish Coffees" as well as having one of the best views of the Golden Gate and SF Bay. Their Irish Coffee is Simple: 2 sugar cubes, 2 parts hot coffee, 1 part whiskey, 1 part whipped foam. Boom! The gentlemen behind the bar are all dressed with fitted white jackets and a black bowtie. Very old fashioned for an old fashioned drink. Savor it, throw it back, whatever! Just go, try and be like the rest of the tourists. Truly an experience!

Now, I can see why these unique beverages are sought after for the experience. I myself have had nothing like it. If not for the warming drink, head to the Buena Vista for the bustle and views.

With a little more liquor in our gust we decided to continue on in the area and push ourselves to do something we have never done. We walked one block down to Jefferson, and head for Fishermans Wharf. Look, since the dawn of time, tourists are told to come to this area. And in all honesty, I am not sure why. Over priced tourist traps and tacky vacation knick-knack are in high supply, but do your best to put your head down and not get sucked in. Instead seek out a particular treasure just past the Crab Markets; "Silver Fox Fishing and Tours." For $15 cash (plus a polite tip, if you please) you get a lap from the dock, past the Marina District and Palace or Fine Arts, under the Golden Gate, round the back side of Alcatraz, ending with a beautiful view of The Bay Bridge, Downtown, Coit Tower and Nob Hill. 

I had exactly $30 cash in my wallet, a rare thing. It was a serendipitous moment. So we hopped on, ready to see to the Bay like never before; In it!

Taking the last few inches of space on the bow of the boat, we expected some ocean spray and even better sites. Windy, noisy, and beautiful! Again, I highly suggest this easy, cheap and enjoying time on the water.

Those were the last pictures I got of the day before the sun went to sleep. After our boat ride, we decided to have cocktail at a place with one of the best views in all of California; The Top of the Mark. 360 views of the entire city, the Bay and Beyond, all from a restaurant and bar at the very top of the Mark Hopkins Hotel at the peak of Nob Hill, catty-corner from Grace Cathedral. Also, amongst  other notable buildings along California St., The Fairmont Hotel is home to the Tonga Room; a tiki-themed bar and grill in lowest level of the iconic hotel. A dark island paradise with Mai Tai's the will pack a punch! Of course, we got a lethal dose of rum for 4 in a fish bowl to share. Yes, a fish bowl. 

The end of the day was a silly and slurry one. Using ride shares in the city like Uber, and Lyft is the only way to enjoy yourself responsibly on a Sunday Funday. Come to San Francisco, see the sites, sip the sustenance and enjoy yourself! 

xx

Sara De.

 

StageCoach Country Music Festival; Indio, CA

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Sara and the Wheel // Empire Polo Fields; Indio, CA

When I asked my sister what she wanted for her 30th birthday, all she said was for me to fly down to Palm Desert for StageCoach Country Music Festival. Being that it was the big 3-0, I obliged. I hadn't been to the dusty desert fest since 2012 and truthfully, despite the fact that I am not a big country music fan, was really excited to get back to Indio. There is something magical about a weekend spent with warm weather, loud music, and nothing to consider other than what cocktail to have for breakfast. 

With the more popular acts taking stage after sundown, the days are spent waking up slow, fastening the strings of your bikini and catching a tan just as quickly as you catch a buzz. Myself and 6 other women rented a condo in a near by golf course/housing complex. The community pool was 1/2 a block down and booming with other festival goers, equally as eager to "live the leisure life" for the weekend with their giant pool floats, speakers blaring and flip-cups flipping. That is the beautiful thing about weekend festivals like this; everyone is riding the same high. Good vibes are palpable and every one shares the common sense of ease. 

Each day, we used a pre-arranged driver to take us to and from the festival grounds. If you are planning to head out to Coachella, StageCoach, DesertTrip or any other festival in this area, I HIGHLY recommend you pre-arrange a shuttle service, or local ride share other than Uber and Lyft. (The lines for those services can be up to 3 hours long.) Many Indio and Palm Desert locals shuttle attendees to make some serious extra dough for the weekend. When its 1am, after a long evening on your feet and a several mile walk to your designated drop-zone, you are going to be glad you did! 

Once into the festival, it is all about grabbing a 21+ wristband, getting in line for a cocktail and situating yourself in a position to both see and hear the acts. With 85+ thousands people elbowing for space, its no longer about how close you are to the stage. Find a stack of speakers and a monitor close by for visuals and park it. In my opinion, the further back you are, the more room you have to boogie down.

The "Golden Hour" out in that desert is one of a kind. Warm, low rays drench the landscape turning everyones shimmering hair to a copper glow. It's a special place to be and I am so happy to have made it out to celebrate my beautiful sister. 

For me, the highlight of the whole weekend took place on a side-stage, under a giant tent. John Fogerty, formerly of Creedance Clearwater Revival, took us back to the 1960's and 70's with all of his classic hits. With both my sister and best friend Nikki, shouting out his every lyric, and dancing high above the crowd on hay bails, I was overjoyed. It was the most rock n' roll moment of the weekend and it was a memory I won't soon forget! 

StageCoach 2016 was a success and I look forward to returning to Indio.

Preserve Your Penny:

When committing to a 3 day long music festival, you know there will be money to pony up. (Pun-Intended.) Aside from the blow of the expensive ticket, here are a few quick tips on how to cut corners, while you cut a rug!

  1. Book smart! Rally as many concert goers you know and try and shack up. The more people you can accommodate, the smaller your portion to stay becomes. Be on your game about booking your accommodations early - It would be a pity to have a pass but no place to sleep at a great price!
  2. The grocery store is your friend. With so much of the day spent at your compound before the festival, hitting the grocery and stocking the house with the essentials is the way to go. Eating out gets expensive; particularly on the festival grounds. $30 for a beer and corndog is NOT the business.Have snack, sandwich fixings and an assortment on drinks at the pad. We had 7 women in your place, and averaged $35/person for 4 days. Less than $10 per day to be full and buzzin.' We even had stuff to take home after. Its the only way to go!
  3. Hitch a ride! Do not leave it up to Uber and Lyft to get you home. The lines are outrageous and the price is too. Often the festivals will add in a shuttle pass that seems to be a great deal, but isn't. Pre-arrange a ride from a local, TRUSTED, individual that is shuffling people around for extra cash those weekends. Fix a rate - and get home safely! Make smart choices, and move forward professionally.

 

Amy and Sara attend StageCoach 2016.

Chimney Rock Sunrise; Point Reyes

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Sara in the Sand Dunes // Photo by: Harry Glazier

Sara in the Sand Dunes // Photo by: Harry Glazier

(Click PLAY below to set the mood! - 1:16 is where it picks up!)

There are certain instances in your life, where no matter how long ago they took place, nor how many fresh memories have happen since, they arrive joyfully welcomed at the forefront of your mind when recounted. They were THAT GOOD. Well, that was this morning - Sunrise at Chimney Rock.

It was a brisk Fall morning. Myself, along with two zestful friends, some photo gear, picnic munchies and the most perfect soundtrack, head to the Northern Most Tip of Point Reyes to be greeted by the dawn; And she was please to meet us as well!

 

I asked my friend Harry Glazier to recount that morning. As much as I enjoy being a storyteller, I love hearing how friends who shared those same moments dream up the details. In his own whimsical way, he paints a portrait of the morning that helps me relive it in all of its immediate wonder. I hope you can imagine your own vision and play along too.

  

Here's Harry: 

 "I think it was the bag of leftover scones that saved the morning. And in all honesty, it took me half of the drive to completely wake up. But once we reached the park entrance, I knew the trip would not be in vain. Sara, Chris and I had been planning our escapade for a few weeks, in expectation of capturing a glorious sunrise on the coast. Point Reyes is one of the few areas on the west coast where you can watch the the daybreak over water, but Mother Nature had a different plan for the morning. Much to our dismay, upon arrival in Point Reyes, we hit a typical West Marin fog spell. I could barely see just yards in front of the car, but with caution and persistence we arrived in one piece at the Chimney Rock trailhead.

    Bundled head-to-toe in canvas jackets, flannels and jeans, we completed the short hike to the bluffs, blankets and (more) scones in tow. Upon arrival at the top, it was as though we had been transported to alien planet. For the first ten minutes, we could have practically swam in the fog. We snapped a couple shots on the edge of a bottomless cliff, then settled on our blankets to enjoy the morning. Just weeks prior, in a similar early morning trip, my friend Rachel had shown me the Icelandic band Sigur Ros, and I knew it would be fitting for our momentary rest. And we were in luck, too! Sara had brought her portable speaker. It was almost like Mother Nature was in the mood for some post-rock too, because the second we began playing Valtari, the skies opened up just enough for us to see the expanse of eroding bluffs and coastal behemoths.

    Openings in a fog bank like this can sometimes only last for a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds. We knew that if we wanted any shots of the sunrise, or something that could barely be considered a sunrise, this was our chance. So I scooped up my camera and we ran, with no destination in mind: the wind to our backs, reeds brushing our calves, slices of sun cutting through our hair. We lost track of time.

    When I look back on that  morning, I cannot recall how long we spent on top of the bluffs. While I know we would eventually leave to spend time on the beaches and later head home, sometimes I still feel as though we never left Chimney Rock."

Following our time on the bluffs, the dunes below were calling our names like vacant playground slides, dying to be ridden. We tore through the heaps of dewy sand, going ankle deep up and over its curved peaks. The view of the coast was breath taking. As the sun beat a little warmer in the sky, burning off the clouds, we set out to picnic at  a deserted beach. Just us, our scones, a block of cheese and the quite whistle of the wind. 

Chris and Sara Picnic // Photo by: harry glazier

I feel very lucky to gave a circle of people around me that share the same importance for documenting memories as I do. This is a cherished one forever.

xx

Sara De

(All full frame photography above contributed by Harry Glazier)

How Sunrise is Done, Birthday Edition! ; Slacker Hill

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We are strolling down memory lane with this post and reliving a moment from Fall 2014:

It was the wee hours of the morning of my 25th birthday. I had mentioned to a few friends (many of which are photographers) that I was hoping to catch the morning sunrise over the bay at "Slacker Hill," immediately beyond the Golden Gate Bridge in the Marin Headlands. I had only every seen photographs of the nearby landscape and figured it the perfect place to hover above the city, and ring in my new year. They lovingly agreed despite the early alarm!

It was just after 6 AM. I was rushing to get dressed, grab a few dozen doughnuts, and make my way across the Golden Gate to make sure I caught a 6:44am sunrise. It was a particularly fogging morning. I couldn't see street lights or stop signs until I almost passed them. Carefully, and with hope still, I head for Slacker Hill. Approaching the bridge, I was haunted. Deep, dense fog was glowing an amber hue from the lights adorning the icon. Fog horns sounding as Cargo Ships slid unnoticed under its mass. Were we completely fogged in? It seemed hopeless from the middle of the suspended giant, but I had to be sure. Just passed the threshold, we turned off onto the first exit and head UP. 

We were ascending into the headlands, past Battery Spencer and just before Hawk Hill we parked  near a round-about. Free and Clear. The higher we climbed, the more the fog settled. Now that the fog was no longer a concern, I had to remember the clock. Myself and 20 others friends made our way from the parking lot up the 1.1 mile trail to the top. Now, it was no (birthday) cake walk. It felt like a total chore at the time, but BOY, was I gifted with the best possible outcome at the top......

Me, above the clouds on my 25th birthday // Slacker Hill; Sausalito, CA - Photo by: Sam hylton

We made it within minutes. As the first sliver of copper shown over the horizon we were in awe. With many hugs, the unfolding of blankets, clicks of the shutter and hands reaching for doughnuts, it was the official start of what was one of the best years of my life. I like to think that morning; the warmth, the freshness, the effort, the accomplishment, the joy trickled its love throughout the remainder of the year. 

I haven't ever seen another sunrise like this. I truly believe it was such a special morning. If you would like to achieve some of the same views and moments, here is......

HOW TO:

 

From the City

  1. Head North on US 101 over the Gold Gate Bridge.
  2. Take Exit 442, Alexander Ave.
  3. Stay left towards Conzelman Rd.
  4. Take Conzelman Rd. left thru the tunnel & bearing right up into the headlands. (Otherwise you are headed back Southbound onto the bridge!)
  5. Park at the Slacker Hill trail and Enjoy!  

Portraits of Sara // Photos by: Emma Fineman

Kate and sara // Photo by: John thatcher

 

xx

Sara De.

 

World Wide Instameet 13; Tennessee Valley

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Photographers meet at Tennessee Valley Beach // Mill Valley, CA

Photographers meet at Tennessee Valley Beach // Mill Valley, CA

It was a bluebird morning in the Bay Area; So we crossed the Golden Gate and head for the coast. Tennessee Valley is a special hiking space that leads down to a small beach in the Marin Headlands. The trail head is just off the N. 101 Freeway, at the end of winding Tennessee Valley Road. This is a popular Trail for beach goers, hikers, and biker alike, so prepare for a busy parking lot.

I, with 30 other photographer friends, made the trek creating portrait, and landscape art along the way. The flat, easily manageable,  two mile walk from the trailhead to the shore is peppered with horse corrals, canvas yurts and Spring wild flowers. Idyllic! This was a gathering powered by Instagram; The World Wide Instameet 13, hosted by my best friend Emma Fineman, along with friends Harry Glazier and Cory Marryot. For those who have never attended an "Instameet" - they are sponsored gatherings where professional, amateur and photo enthusiasts alike, meet at a local destination, tell its story and build community. We hug, shake hands, chat, network, and create beautiful things from the experience. In my opinion, the best part about meets aside from gorgeous camera content, is making new, likeminded friends. Some that last a lifetime! 

I am sure, as you will notice in my posts, I LOVE taking pictures of people. Destinations inspire. I mean, they are my one true joy; to seek them and savor is why I travel. But when a human(s) is involved in the frame too, it adds a whole new element to the story and emerges new life within it. Below are some portraits I took and then, some taken of me.

Tennessee Valley shown bright under the a warm sun and cloudless sky. We managed to find the kind of light (or lack there of) and shadows we needed in deep rock crevasses and under colored cloth. The wind was wild, sea breeze fresh and mood exciting. It was a very special morning spent with kindred creatives and I was so happy to be apart of it!

If you'd like to see more photos from myself and other photographers from this day in Tennessee Valley, search #WWIM13TVM on Instagram or click here!

Portraits of me by: David Leong

xx

Sara De.

5 Years of Love and Life; Vasquez Rocks, LA

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Shawn and Me // 5 year anniversary; Vasquez Rocks, Agua Dolce, CA

Shawn and Me // 5 year anniversary; Vasquez Rocks, Agua Dolce, CA

(Press Play On The Song Below To Set The Mood!)

I have a best friend and his name is Shawn. Dating for 5 years and still pretty damn thrilled with one another. I would say the past 5 years have been the best of our lives for many reasons. He reminds me to relax; I push him to strive. He pours me a drink, I rub his feet. We are considerate of each other, validating when we should be, and brutally honest even when it stings. He works hard for me, and I for him. He makes me laugh from my belly and I make him giggle like a girl. We are a team.

There is so much love here and I am so thankful to Emily Magers for extending herself and her photography services with this Anniversary Session. It was suggested that Shawn and I round out our week-long vacation artfully with a love infused photoshoot. We jumped at the chance. I just needed something to wear!

We had just visited Scottsdale for your Spring Training Trip and on the very last morning, we strolled by a very quirky and colorful window display. It was of Fashion by Robert Black, just off the main drag in Downtown Scottsdale, AZ. I walked in and was in shoppers paradise. One of a kind vintage dresses and gowns, COLOR CODED. Heaven WAS a place on earth. I looked through every single item on the racks and LAST but not least, tried on this gorgeous emerald green, hand stitched dress from Guatemala. The dress fit me like a glove. It was as if someone made it for my body alone. I had to have it, so I did. There wasnt a more perfect opportunity to show off my new purchase than the following day back in California.

That next evening, we set out with Emily to have ourselves a good time in beautiful Vasquez Rocks just before sunset. With Hozier’s “Cheery Wine” playing from the stereo speakers, looking sweetly into Shawn’s kind green eyes, I felt deeply at peace. Seems strange to feel so genuine and autheric when it was “on the spot” like that; a camera darting at your every mood. But we were, and it was raw and honest. How often throughout your week or day are you forced to stare extensively  into the eyes of your lover? Where your only job is to loose yourself in the color patterns of their eyes? Not often, right?! Those are moments taken for granted. That practice is priceless. That connection is palpable. That exercise gave us an unreal product that we will now have forever in these photos. You better believe since then; since learning what love, joy, warmth, lust, and calm comes from starring intentionally  into your partners eyes, I stop the world and do it a lot more. Try it, see. 

 
 
“It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other mortal trails, of course, but that no longer mattered; they were on the other shore.”
— Gabriel García Márquez
 

A giant thank you goes out to Emily Magers for capturing us during this blissful time. Cheers to so many more years of pictures with my perfect partner.

xx

Sara De

Spring Training For Two; Scottsdale, AZ

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Scottsdale Arizona is a special place; particularly in the Spring. Baseball fans flock from all over the country to get a taste of the upcoming season during Spring Training. Phoenix suburbs are riddled with thirsty tourists and travelers from February to April looking for stadium sun, snacks and cold ones! 

Whilst sitting on our rooftop late last year, discussing how to celebrate our 5 year anniversary, Shawn and I decided that their was no better way to pay homage to our love than with a little roadtrip fun, desert sun, and America’s Pastime.

We are huge proponents of Airbnb. It is such a special public service that I value so much as a traveler -  Because our schedule was so unsure at first we booked an Airbnb condo in Downtown Scottsdale for 4day/3nights walking distance from N. Scottsdale Rd. and it’s famous drag. It was the perfect slice of modern heaven in this desert oasis. In circling back to our calendars, we realized that we could take on an extra day at the very beginning of our trip, so I made a one night reservation the very swank, Scottsdale at McCormick Ranch. It was a sprawling and sparkling hotel. The hotel bar, BarSix40, and restaurant, Kitchen West, were hip and perfect for the relaxation we needed after a long 7 hour drive from Southern California. A golden cocktail hour on the patio felt like paradise.

Shawn in our Scottsdale Condo // March, 2016

Shawn in our Scottsdale Condo // March, 2016

With a day game against the Diamondbacks to start off, and a night game against the A’s later in our stay, we had some activities to patch together and time explore the Phoenix area. With that in mind, I gifted Shawn a pair of tickets to the McDowell Mountain Music Festival; Downton Phoenix’s non-profit Concert with a few choice musicians on the bill. This year, the acts included, Beck, Animal Collective, Bloc Party, St. Lucia, The Avett Brothers, Ms.Mr. and Gary Clark Jr. (Who was our main reason to attend.) Adding “Attend a Music Festival” to our special anniversary trip made a ton of sense for us.

When it comes to trying something new, I am your gal. Typically, I don't shy away from new adventures and experiences!  When Shawn asked me if I was interested in checking out a place called "Top Golf," I was a bit weary. I had never swung a golf club before - but as it goes, party on! Now, imagine a driving range; Marry it with ski-ball, add 3 stories of hitters, a full sports bar and restaurant seating at your range ..... this place was massive and massively awesome. We had the most fun afternoon hitting balls trying to beat one another driving scores. It comes HIGHLY recommended.

The Where To's:

Where To Have Breakfast: The Daily Dose on N. Scottsdale road. Dolled up diner food to nurse any hangover.

Where To Have Lunch: Pick any cantina patio in the sun and enjoy!

Where to Have Dinner: The Mission in downtown Scottsdale. Prepare for a wait! Or hop on the highway to Windsor in Phoenix. The indoor/outdoor ambiance can't be beat; and night can their fondue!

Where to Have a Fancy Date Night: Cafe Monarch 

Stop and Shop: Fashion By Robert Black

xx

Sara De

 

A SoCal Day, In NorCal ; Ocean Beach

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In San Francisco, the weather is always moderate. The spring means a comfortable daily temperature that requires a "lite jacket" after sunset. So when the sun glows heavy, the locals head outside - practically to the coast. Shawn and I packed up our blanket, a few snack and beers and made our way to Ocean Beach; Adjacent to Golden Gate Park, just south of The Cliff House and Sutro Baths.

We met a couple of Shawn's school pals to toss the football around and soak up this seemingly SoCal day, in NorCal. The water was its usual frigid cold but the warmth came from the sun-kissed smiles that pepper the shoreline.

We ended our afternoon enjoying a beer with a view at the Cliff House over looking the Sutro Baths; A popular tourist and photography location. The expansive salt-water pools, whom now sit in ruins, serve as an epic backdrop for any hike, beach walk, or portrait session.

The final stretch of the evening was spent winding our way down Highway 1 to grab a casual burger and rootbeer. In N Out burger: the ultimate California Classic to cap the ultimate SoCal style day. 

xx

Sara De

What Travel Means to Me?

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My entire life, I have felt an itch that I could never scratch.

Feeling like a well rounded individual, this annoying, tiresome and confusing emptiness subtly haunted me. I’d think to myself; “You’re conventionally “happy”, you are loved, you are provided for. Get over yourself, nutty!”  Yet, the red-raw irritant led on.

All of these things on the surface were the absolute truth. Everything was perfectly normal. But I am just not cut out for “normal.” It wasnt until my early 20’s that I realized there was a cure to this yearn. Up until that point, all I knew of “travel” was a congested mini-van, hours on end in close proxy to my immediate family, N*Sync’s self-titled cassette tape on repeat, and the loop of Southern California's surrounding regions. It was difficult to get a family of 5 packed into the car, let alone up at 36,000 ft. I had been on just 2 flights in my life before the age of 22. One to the midwest and one to my future/current home of San Francisco. The city that changed it all for me.

In my 22nd year, I moved to the Bay and was fortunate enough to accept a position that not only gave me some extra change in my pocket but also offered me the opportunity to do a bit of traveling here and there. It was a new phase in life and I was so excited to see where it would take me. Little did I know that this was the answer to my itch. Through my small adventures in the city, as well as within my position, more and more I felt that itch and emptiness dissipate. I was learning more about myself, conquering everyday moments in the city, and pushing my wit and body when it came to being a lite mover and shaker. I was totally enthralled with the day to day - almost a little too much. There was a new pestering itch, but one that I loved and wanted to cater to; this was a whole new bite and it was by the Travel Bug.

My mind most days is in the clouds. Dreaming up scenes and scenarios, playing out moments and milestones before they even manifest. Living in San Francisco these past 4 years has been the greatest leap of faith and greatest pay off. Through hard work, smart choices, ambition, thirst and my easy spirit, I have found a way to satisfy a life long itch, and even embrace this new restlessness. This account will pay homage to that process and the places that helped me learn to love my life, thus far. There is so much more to experience. So many more daydreams to turn reality! Glad we get to do it together!

What does travel mean to me?

It means scratching an itch. It means fulfilling your purpose. It means making an impact. It means humbling yourself to the people that came before you. It means being a puzzle piece in the exciting future ahead.  It means exponential learning and growth. It means understanding your affect on this planet. It means being self-reliant. It means making your own assumptions of the world and its vast cultures first hand. It means looking to yourself to be your own best resource, ally, teacher, friend. It means cementing your memories. It means freedom to take your life by the balls and call the shots for nothing but betterment. 

Like I mentioned, taking a leap of faith, despite all my calculations, led me to what I believe was the missing link of my life. I can only hope the stories and messages you see here can encourage you to take your “norm” and shove it. It's not easy for 20-somethings to feel like they can "have it all" but with wit, some planning, embracing your everyday - you can have exactly what you need.

xx

Sara De