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Someplace Else. Honorable Mention in Twenty-Four Hours Challenge.
Our 24 Hours begins the night before- We arrive late, the sun has set, the dog is panting, he knows the winding road and what it leads to- tires crunching on the rocky drive-way, and two hearts in the warm-lit window of the A frame at the base of the lake. They smile and wave and they come to meet us.
By Amber Grace2 months ago in Wander
The Magic of San Carlos. Runner-Up in Twenty-Four Hours Challenge.
The perfect stay in San Carlos, Sonora, Mexico, starts with oceanside accommodations. I recommend The Hotel Fiesta Real, as shown above. The rooms aren't luxurious but look at the view! It's quiet, affordable, and conveniently located, and you won't be spending much time in your room anyway. One nice thing about San Carlos is that they cater to Americans, so most often, you will find someone who speaks English, at least to some extent.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Wander
A Day in...Hamilton?. Honorable Mention in Twenty-Four Hours Challenge.
You don’t go to Hamilton; you end up there. I looked over the notes for this Challenge, and I realized that I would have to choose a place that I know too well. Tokyo was a temptation, as was the East End of London, Queens, New York, and a place called Ontario, California (strange to know that there is another Ontario out there). But no, I had to pick something close to me; a place that I cannot escape from.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Wander
Charleston, Ho! . Winner in Twenty-Four Hours Challenge.
Meet me at my apartment on Central Avenue at lunchtime in the summer of 1997 to begin this trip properly. We’re taking my blue Maxima, and fuck I-20 and I-26. We’re taking the backroads through Williston and Blackville, Denmark and Bamberg. We’re going to slip down the Piedmont to the Coastal Plain on a two-lane blacktop. You’ll know when it happens, the land leveling out from those long, steep hills on 28, the ones that crest so high you can see into the next county.
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Wander
A day off work done right
Alone with my thoughts—that's all I need, and it's all anyone really needs. It's a human experience, and it's pure bliss. Whether it's a trip to the beach or treating yourself to a day out at a nice café, everyone is entitled to a "you day"-a day dedicated solely to you and your thoughts.
By Aoife’s stories 3 months ago in Wander
Twenty-Four Hours in Rocky Mountain National Park
At 5:10 a.m., Rocky Mountain National Park belongs to the elk, the marmots, and the people willing to leave a warm bed before dawn. The gates at the eastern side of the park open a landscape that changes by the mile, climbing from ponderosa pine forests toward the high country where the Continental Divide cuts across the horizon. For one perfect day, I would begin in Estes Park, with a full tank of gas, a thermos of coffee, and enough time to let the mountains set the schedule.
By Nolan Reed3 months ago in Wander
"There Are Wolves Up There!"
My professor friend K and I went for a hike to the mountains around the town of Mestia in Svaneti, the highest region in Georgia. We wanted to see the Koruldi Lakes near the glacier at the foot of the two-peak Ushba mountain of the Greater Caucasus Range separating Georgia and Russia.
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Wander
A Visit To Fort Stark
Welcome to Fort Stark State Historic Site! Located on Jerry’s Point, in New Castle, NH, this post was first fortified in 1746. Fort Stark was one of seven forts built to protect the early colonists at Portsmouth Harbor. Over the years, Fort Stark has been rebuilt and rearmed many times. The name Fort Stark came after the Battle of Bennington in 1777, in honor of the commander of New Hampshire’s forces, John Stark.
By Annetta S.3 months ago in Wander
The Wisdom of Open Country
When people think of the American heartland, they usually picture cattle grazing in open pastures, endless fields of wheat and corn, or a lonely boring stretch of interstate that seems to go on forever with only dirt and livestock on the horizon. To many, the prairie is simply the place you drive through on your way to somewhere more exciting. It has become known as “flyover country,” as though its only purpose is to feed America and give travelers a quicker route to the mountains or the coast.
By Megan Janousek4 months ago in Wander
