I’m the kind of person who sets the alarm during vacations.
I held onto my hat as Julia and I strolled against the wind down the pier in Monterey.
This is to be my final Cincinnati entry. And what better way to end our time in Cincinnati than with a Birthday celebration?
Now I’m the kind of person that doesn’t have a birth-day….I have more of a birth-week. Why limit your celebrations to just one day?? I mean, you’re celebrating being alive for pete’s sake!
Well it’s been proven…I ain’t as good as I once was. In fact, I had to whip out the old glasses to feel functional this morning! As Cassie and I sit like the living dead at breakfast, attempting to shove down a bagel and coffee, we re-hash the events from last night.
I LOVE art museums. I love to wander their lonely, echoing halls on my own, peering into centuries old paintings and wondering at the time and craftsmanship behind the intricately carved statues.
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We’re in Moab, Utah, and all I can manage to say is “Wow!” This town packs a seriously cool punch! I’ve never seen such high concentrations of hippies and adventurers (two of my favorite varieties of human)! Sandwiched between Arches National Park and Canyonlands, the possibility for adventure is infinite!
Nothing brings a smile to the random passers by like 15 tipsy ladies pedaling the Frankenstein-monster of the biking world around town!
It’s….ALIVE! I give you, the Pedal Wagon!
It always seems to rain on my days off. But do we stay in? NOPE! Us Pacific Northwesterners can handle a little Midwest storming. My response? It’s coffee o’clock.
Check out my instagram picture featured in this month’s issue of Budget Travel Magazine!