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Ian Anderson’s Caves Branch Jungle Lodge

Caves Branch is a once-in-a-lifetime typa thing that should be experienced again and again. What is it, you ask? Give me two minutes… Let me start by saying that the website of Ian Anderson’s Caves Branch Jungle Lodge heeds the following warning, “Please Remember, Caves Branch is NOT a resort-we are a unique Jungle Adventure…

Meet The Vias

We kissed on a bus once back in September 2010. Luke was a bit tipsy and I was wearing an 80’s prom dress (it was not a themed event). We said ‘I do’ under the trees near Yosemite, California back in August 2016 and have been adventuring ever since. Nothing we type here is going to change the world but maybe it will inspire you to do something beautifully stupid. Ey, we’re livin’ proof that life takes funny turns sometimes.

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Life finds a way 🌺 🌿 🌼🦕.

My dad and I played chess since I can remember. He ALWAYS won and I can’t think of a time when I even came close. Luke is going to teach Baby Dubs countless practical skills but I’m taking special joy in knowing it’ll be years before she beats me in Gin Rummy 😏. What is that silly special skill you hold close? (PS- Missin' these waves something extra right now.)

For now, San Franciscans are still permitted to go for a quick exercise in their neighborhoods or hop in their cars to find an outdoor escape. Luke and I went for a jog the other day and I truly felt like it was my first time being outside... ever. We spent the early minutes of evening pointing out beautiful architecture, noticing the contrast between new and old buildings, and quite literally pausing to smell the flowers. We kept our distance and did the awkward you-take-that-half-of-the-sidewalk-and-I’ll-take-this-one as other residents ambled by. It didn’t cure the cabin fever but man did it lift my spirits a bit. We used the time to grab some more groceries (which was a far cry from Tuesdays apocalyptic war zone) and stopped to take a quick photo with the sunset. There was a time when I thought I might have gestational diabetes during this pregnancy and I read all about the necessary movement breaks one needs to take immediately following a meal. If you're in that boat, my heart goes out to you ❤️. Be safe and do what you need to maintain that shred of sanity without tilting the world farther off its axis.

If you need someone to tell you it’s okay to feel sorry for yourself right about now, I got you. Yes, there are countless people out there who have it worse than you, but just like how someone else’s success doesn’t negate yours, another person’s misfortune doesn’t take yours away either. It’s easy to minimize the concept of sheltering in/ quarantining/ “staying inside” because there have been WAY bigger asks over the course of the last 10, 50, 100 years, but it doesn’t mean you can’t feel disappointed. I expected my third trimester to be filled with restaurant hopping, movie dates, spur the moment friend gatherings, and a quirky trivia-themed baby shower to welcome my mini but I woke up (we all woke up) a few days ago to an unexpected shift in our reality. I’ve cried for baby Wakely because her arrival will now forever be linked with the wild memories of this crazy time. I’ve also selfishly cried for me and for the Willa of my childhood because had you told her that her mom and big sister wouldn’t be allowed in the delivery room when it came time to give birth, she may still be a virgin. I’m trying more gratitudes, creating art every day, and appreciating the hell out of my job and Luke’s job for allowing us the incredible privilege of working from home but that doesn’t occupy each moment of the day. I’ve reserved a little space in my heart to complain. This is most definitely not the worst thing that could happen to a human (far from it) but we are all allowed to mourn the loss of a dream we once had 🤷🏼‍♀️. #thirdtrimester

TWO HANDS UP FOR THIS GIRL WHO HAS FINALLY REACHED THE STAGE OF ADULTHOOD WHERE YOU READ IN BED BEFORE FALLING ASLEEP. Just skiin’ the blue squares of grownup runs over here.

I think you meant to thwart this romantic photo but jokes on you ‘cause I like it more 😏. Tis the season of our ten year anniversary, butterfly. Thank you for being the gent behind the camera and the dweeb in front of it.

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