Dear Good Morning Gloucester,
Yesterday morning I arrived into downtown Gloucester’s waterfront at about 6:30 am. While enjoying the beauty of your city I got to talking to Jeremy, one of the chefs at Passports. He recommended I contact your show and Captain Joe.
I am a recently retired firefighter/lieutenant/paramedic from Orlando, Fl. After raising my daughter, taking care of my family, being in charge of a firehouse, trying to be a good boyfriend, I finally unraveled all these responsibilities and took off. I am now pursuing my passions; travel, writing, photography fitness, adventure and nutrition.
I purchased an I Phone 4, learned the modern technology, created a travel blog, pulled the backseats out of my Aztek and replaced it with a bed, loaded my kayak on my roof, mountain bike on the rear, brought my fishing pole, hiking shoes, and took off on a mission.
My theme is FAN. Fitness, Adventure, and Nutrition, everyday. I photograph, video and write about my daily experiences. Today is day 11. I am sitting at the Lone Gull coffee shop on Main Street, using their wifi and catching up, ready to post my day 10 story about Gloucester.
I would love to discuss my travels and talk about my impressions of your wonderful city.
Click The Link Below For His Post from Gloucester-
Doors slamming, people talking, bumping into my car, I awakened; 5:50 am.
I was in some parking lot in Essex, MA. It was pitch dark when I arrived last night. Turns out it is the meeting place for a runner’s club. And they all were parking around my Aztek. They had no idea that there was a dude sleeping in the car next to them.
I waited for them to leave, then began my drive to Gloucester. I followed my GPS locater on my I Phone 4 and took the road to the water.
I parked next to a house right on Pavilion Beach. I got out, the cool, crisp air woke my senses. Piercing blue sky, multi-colored round rocks framed the blue green horseshoe shaped beach
My First Site Of Gloucester
. Sailboats passed by, a women walking her dog; and the seagulls. The seagulls were talking to me, I swear it. Not like the lazy, bread begging gulls from Florida. These gulls were huge, strong and had a real vocabulary.