For me, walking always gives me a different perspective on a new place that can only be achieved at ground level, outside, and at a slow speed.
This time, Judy and I are with our ten-year-old granddaughter on a much shorter but still memorable visit to iconic western National Parks. It brings back a flood of memories highlighting all that’s changed … and stayed the same!
We headed north and west on Route 89 through the northern Arizona plateau, gazing at the constantly changing landscape as we rolled into Utah.
We found a small cooler that fits in the trunk, even with the bags. In it, we can put a few water bottles, some snacks…even a bottle of wine (or two)!
...when The Go-Go’s Vacation came on, it sparked my thinking about favorite songs that put me in the traveling mood.
Judy and I marveled at how we continually bring our travels to our table, re-living the tastes and memories of places we’ve been both near and far.
As a lifelong aviation nut, I became a private pilot in 1992. Since then, I’ve witnessed the shift to glass cockpits, GPS, and electronic flight bags, but missed the “glory days’ of personal air transportation in the 70s and early 80s. It’s much safer now, but incredibly expensive.
Our meetings the next day ran much longer than planned, so when we realized we needed to stay another night, we re-booked our flights home (another positive story) and re-booked another night’s stay.
My dream trip still involves us going to the airport with nothing but the clothes on our backs, our passports, and an American Express card, pointing to the departure board and saying, “let’s go THERE!” We’ll get what we need at the other end.
On a dark desert highway … Our ears were buzzing; our backs tightening. Road tripping in a two-seat roadster has its merits, but bombing down the interstate at 75 mph is not one of them. With the clock approaching 7 p.m., three-plus hours of driving still ahead of us, and a desert thunderstorm threatening, we… Continue reading In Praise of the Hotel California