Arizona, water, Wine/Cocktails

Water to Wine

The trip ended at a winery offering both motivation to keep paddling and a “we made it” bonus.

Arizona, Food, Travel, Wine/Cocktails

A Surprising Delight in Jerome

Judy named his Arizona spin on a Screwdriver (with Prickly Pear and mango purees) the Double Whammy, while my modified Whisky Sour was refreshing and fantastic.  And the food? To die for.

Travel, Virginia, Wine/Cocktails

Potomac Point Winery – Go for the View, Stay for the Wine

Kathleen had never been to Virginia, but we sip wine together regularly, so introducing her to wines from the other coast seemed like a no-brainer.

The World A to Z

DC After Dark

I decided the best plan would be to hit up a favorite restaurant fairly close to the airport then head into the city for a nighttime drive of the monuments illuminated after dark.

Musings, Travel

Share Your Stories

A thousand or even two thousand years ago, someone picked up a chisel and carved stories into rock or scrawled images on the walls of caves

Arizona, Musings, Travel

Cabin Fever Happens Year-Round

Fast forward to now. Cabin fever in the desert hits in the summer. With high temps often hitting 110℉ or more, we spend most days inside ...

Distractions, Diversion, Flying, Travel

Air Shows

It’s not just about the scream of jet engines and heart-stopping, low-level flybys that draws me to a show. It’s the buzz of excitement about the other planes ... that offer up close and personal glimpses of aviation power and flexibility. 

Arizona, Diversion, Musings, Travel

Is It Ever Enough?

Like Sue, I appreciate the quiet moments in my life. I enjoy a peaceful evening in the courtyard with a cocktail in hand and the coyotes howling in the distance. But the easy evenings aren’t enough for me. I want more of everything.

Arizona, Food, Travel

Chillin’ in the Desert

We relaxed, sipped, savored and chatted. Before we knew it, we’d spent almost three hours chillin in the desert.

Distractions, Musings, Travel

What Is the Perfect Souvenir?

When my kids were little, we’d buy them a pencil and a postcard. They were in charge of getting the pencil home safely. As for the postcard, they sat down and wrote two or three sentences, licked the stamp and mailed it home to themselves!