For now my bucket list items are my lies, but I’ll have to come up with new lies to play the game in the future.
Climbing into the mountains in Idaho, the bright, fall yellow leaves on the Aspens shimmered in the sun. Then other colors started to appear: all manner of reds and oranges.
I’ve compiled a few “oops” shots from recent vacations. I had to grab ‘em quickly, before someone hit the delete button.
Then the extra space got the best of us. As often happens, we filled the space available to us.
With more and more people taking road trips, I hope a few of our lessons learned will help you plan a perfect road trip soon.
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