A membership initiative from Almond and L&W Market, wine master classes at Sparkling Pointe, and frozen takeout options from Loaves and Fishes.

The tide was high at Robin Hood’s Bay, waves licking the cobbled slipway, inching towards the village’s tumbling, smuggler-y streets. Boots swapped for sandals, I stood daringly close to the water’s edge, part hoping the steel-blue sea would engulf my sore but triumphant toes. I’d made it. Walked across northern England, coast to coast. All in, about 200 miles. Three national parks. Lakes, fells, dales, moors, some flat bits in between, market towns, valley-tucked villages, numerous pubs, plentiful pints.

Florida’s spring-fed rivers are quiet stunners — underground aquifers surfacing to form short, crystal-clear waterways that wind through the state’s interior. The best way to experience them is slowly, standing on a paddleboard, drifting where the water tells you to go.

First, let’s get the pronunciation right. It’s Domi-neek-ah, as in nothing to do with the Dominican Republic. Dominica, the birthplace of my parents, is a remote, wild, and hilly island, a cross between Costa Rica, Jurassic Park, and New Zealand, and where “Pirates of the Caribbean” was filmed. Packed with wonder, the following is merely an amuse-bouche of things to do and see on this appropriately nicknamed “nature island.”