There is a place in the desert of Arizona where people live on runways instead of driveways. They have hangars instead of garages. They fly to breakfast not long after the sun rises and gather on plastic chairs in the shade, beer in hand, to talk about it all when the sun sets. It is an oasis for airplane lovers.
Big Bend National Park is big. Texas big. 800,000 acres. That’s slightly larger than Rhode Island. It’s the meeting of Texas and the Mexican states of Coahuila and Chihuahua , separated only by high canyon walls and the twisting Rio Grande.
At the Starlite Campground in Canon City, Colorado, Sylvia Davids smiles from behind the camp store counter framed by Kit-Kat clocks with swinging tails and swiveling eyes, packets of laundry detergent, a photo of Elvis, and a sign that reads “FRESH COFFEE ANYTIME”.
In the 1980s, the then-new medium of music videos and globe-trotting rock stars dazzled me with exotic destinations, from the streets of Paris to the canals of Venice. Here are the top eight ’80s music videos that rocked my world.
No need to travel to busy beaches along the Atlantic coast when you can find your own spot of sand close to home. There are nearly 7,000 miles of shoreline along the Maryland portion of the Chesapeake Bay, 761 public access sites, and many secret spots waiting to be discovered.
Twenty six. That’s the number UFOs Judy Messoline has seen from her UFO Watchtower since opening in Hooper, Colorado. It offers a sweeping view of the otherwise flat-as-a-pancake 7,600-foot San Luis Valley, high in the Rocky Mountains.
Description goI knew three things about Savannah when I landed at the airport. There’s a famous cemetery, Spanish moss hangs on the trees, and there was a trendy restaurant in a converted Greyhound bus station that I just had to see. Here’s what you shouldn’t miss .
The hand-painted sign along the side of the road caught my eye. Homemade baked goods, root beer, jam. Behind it was large gray barn with a small farm stand in front. I peered down the gravel drive and saw a man with a beard and a hat driving a horse-drawn buggy.
How do I write a story about a little town called Salome? It’s a very small spot on the map—an intersection, really—that’s not nearly as exotic as the Biblical seductress the name suggests, the dancer who asked for St. John the Baptist’s head on a platter.