How do I keep ending up in these amazing places?

Below me, the sea laps up steel blue sandy shores and seagulls happily call out to the fish migrating through these arctic waters. But in this spot, perched on a sea cliff threatening to give way 60ft to the beach below, I strain to focus on only nature. And not because yellow jackets the size of my head buzz around me (thankfully mosquitoes aka the state bird aren’t out this evening). But because large ships migrating farther than those fish the seagulls greet, part the waves with as much authority as Moses in the Red Sea. And because small airplanes fly overhead, continually popping out from behind each surrounding snow-capped mountain. Perhaps they are returning from a food drop to a small isolated village in the north.  Perhaps they More >