The trip ended at a winery offering both motivation to keep paddling and a “we made it” bonus.
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.
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.
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.
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
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 ...
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.
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.
We relaxed, sipped, savored and chatted. Before we knew it, we’d spent almost three hours chillin in the desert.
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!