Last week I covered the first part of our whirlwind Arizona trip – which included wedding festivities, eating, and hiking. With one more day on the trip, and left to our own devices, Ryan and I set out for a little road trip to see as much as possible. Thanks to the advice of our friend’s husband, a Phoenix local, we left Sunday brunch armed with loads of suggestions. Three hundred miles later, I was a little bit in love. Continue reading
I would say the only, and I mean ONLY downside to traveling, especially camping, is the inevitable disaster that your home becomes before and after the trip. Or is that just my house? We’ll commiserate and pretend its everyone… I hope you’ll excuse my blogging absence, as I’ve been trying to reclaim our space from the camping gear and laundry that’s accumulated in every room.
This past weekend – from Thursday night to Monday night – we were in the great north, about two hours from Sault Ste. Marie, at Lake Superior Provincial Park. How did we get there? Turns out the world is pretty serendipitous. After running into a friend a baseball game, we were talking about fall plans, and she began telling us of this amazing camping trip she goes on every year to Canada – and that we should join the group this year. I’m not sure how serious she was at the time, but things escalated, and soon we were making packing lists and checking the weather! So, that’s how we ended up taking a long weekend in a magical northern paradise… Continue reading
This was, as I think is true for a lot of people, the summer that wasn’t. Ryan and I didn’t get any vacations scheduled aside from our annual events, and so they just never happened. (I had grand plans that included a lot of camping and weekend road trips, alas.) So, a few weeks ago I said THAT’S IT, and went up north for a four-day break from reality – also known as my parents house. Being retired from education, they are in a unique position to empathize with my lack of out-of-town adventuring; they’ve had summer vacation literally their whole lives. So when I arrived they had a full docket of summer-vacation-eqsue entertainment for me. Except it was 60 degrees and raining. So more like a drizzly European holiday, rather than sunny, friendly, beachy northern Michigan. But I’ll take it. There’s just something so cozy about a sweatshirt, shoes, and socks after a few weeks of heat. And like a kid on a long car ride, I packed a big bag full of things to do – I was ready. We went hiking, poked around downtown, went to some antique and resale shops, wine-tasting, and ate a lot of great food. Continue reading