The path isn’t always paved. In fact, once, when barreling in a rental car towards a hidden spot on the East Coast Of OZ it was written “ALL SEALED ROADS LEED TO HELL!” The words were spread out about one mile per word. After the last word “HELL,” was a dirt road that led to “HEAVEN.”
Blue water with perfectly uncrouded surf. Dolphins swimming circles and picture perfect light houses. Shimmering rock point breaks groomed over thousands of years… Running out of food we ate Avocado and Peanut Butter Sandwiches for days, fearing that we would have to return to the sealed roads of “HELL…”