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The Nomad Grad

We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you a special Nomad Grad update (insert your own beepy noises and dramatic news anchor voice here.) And boy, is it a kangaroo of a ‘tale’…

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The Nomad Grad

The boat engine revved, pushing us with great difficulty over the waves and choppy current. D’Tui sat in Ro Mereani’s lap. Sala and I squealed, huddled together on the floor as we hit each wave with a loud thwack. Water poured over the metal siding, filling the bottom of the boat with a thin layer of water.

Mereani wouldn’t let us sit on the bench and gave us a tarp to share. “You’ll bounce right out of the boat if you sit up there,” she cautioned.

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The Nomad Grad

Mereani looked up from her paper as I walked through the front door. “Well? How did it go?”

I plopped down on the couch. “I’m not quite sure,” I said hesitantly.

She handed me a cup of coffee. “Tell me about it.”

I sighed, thinking back to the morning’s events.

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The Nomad Grad

Ro Mereani paid the cab driver. I stepped out of the vehicle and stretched. It took longer than expected to get to the village of Vanua— the port for all the boats leaving to Beqa— but we had finally arrived. We were one step closer to our destination, to the home of Talei’s people, and her final resting place.

I looked out past the shoreline to the ocean. There, only a few miles offshore lay Beqa- the island shaped like a sleeping dragon. Even on a sunny day like today it stood shrouded in mist. I had to laugh at nature’s ability to make its own metaphors.

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Spectacular Weather off the Coast of Western Australia

Under Water Sports

 

If you’ve never spent any time under the water, this is what you’re missing. Whether it be scuba diving or snorkeling, submerge yourself in he beautiful hidden kingdom of the under sea world.

Where in the World is this Mystical Path?

I don’t know where this place is but it makes me want to go there and stroll down this path. Do you know where this is?

 

A year well spent.

The Nomad Grad

It’s hard to believe that 2012 is drawing to a close, especially after it being so eventful for myself, as well as most of the world.

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This makes me want to move to Santa Barbara

Jack Elliott's Santa Barbara Adventure

Harvesting oyster mushrooms in the mountains of Santa Barbara County.

I’m just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?

—Joe Pesci

With recent rains having finally fallen after the usual long dry period in these parts, and the winter transformation of the dry, brown and crispy woodland into a moist and verdant environment of fresh new plant growth, the wild mushrooms have sprouted. I have been making my early season rounds to favorite harvesting sites and taking home some choice wild edibles. My latest pull has been a few oyster mushrooms.

My humble harvest. Though oyster mushrooms regrow on the same logs year after year and as such provide a sustainable source of food, I see no need to take more than I plan to eat.

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