There are, perhaps, few moments finer than a sunset at Moran Lake Park Beach (https://www.californiabeaches.com/beach/moran-lake-park-beach/), a few miles south of the Santa Cruz Boardwalk (https://beachboardwalk.com) and a few miles north of Capitola (http://www.cityofcapitola.org), a sleepy seaside town. Walking down the beach, with a wispy cloud or two in an otherwise clear sky, before the fog … Continue reading Santa Cruz
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Ode to Books
Call me a bibliophile. Libraries (Suzzallo, University of Washington, pictured above) are exotic bazaars. So are bookstores. Picture Blackwell’s on Broad Street in Oxford (which I visited while on a coach tour and, as luck would have it, had not more than twenty minutes to explore), Powell’s City of Books in downtown Portland, or City … Continue reading Ode to Books
Tanque Verde
It was with some apprehension that I agreed to spend my winter vacation at a dude ranch. I had not been on a horse for more than 30 years. It was summer camp, and one of the horses was named Mr. T, a memorable character on “The A-Team,” a popular network television show from the … Continue reading Tanque Verde
The Morning Run
I have been running on and off for the past 20+ years, completing my first San Francisco Bay to the Breakers in 1997. Back then, I could run at any time throughout the day. While I was busy (or at least I thought I was), the range of responsibilities paled in comparison to those in years that followed. Over … Continue reading The Morning Run
The Grass Is Always Greener
Except in Galway. It probably does not help that California, which I have called home for more than 38 years, is experiencing another bone-dry winter, with no rain in the past few weeks and none on the horizon. While the reservoirs are mostly full, from last winter’s relative deluge, which followed six years of below … Continue reading The Grass Is Always Greener
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! My name is John Pavolotsky, and this is my personal site. Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton





