Sometimes the best vacation is a repeat vacation. I ought to know. I’m in Los Angeles again after just a nine-month absence. There’s something that keeps pulling me back here, and it’s not just the weather.
Everywhere we went in Provo, we saw Charlie. There were signs for Charlie on power poles. We saw Charlie — or at least we thought we saw him — zipping between the apple orchards on the sprawling Utah Valley Hospital campus.
No question about it. Charlie was having a wild time in Provo — and so were we.
It’s harvest time in western Colorado — the perfect time for a fruit safari.
A what? OK, so “fruit” may not be the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Colorado. And the western slope of the Centennial State is so different from the rest of the state that you’d think you were in Utah or Arizona anyway.
But in September and October, this place is a fruitapalooza of apricots, apples, grapes, peaches, pears and plums. You can spend a Saturday afternoon canvassing the farms near Grand Junction and discover some of the tastiest produce this side of the Rockies.
North Carolina’s mountains are always an adventure, whether you’re negotiating hairpin turns in the Appalachians or fleeing a freak hailstorm outside of Asheville.
Houston with kids, in the middle of the summer. If those aren’t the perfect ingredients for a family adventure, then I don’t know what are.
A lot of Houstonians flee to the mountains during the hottest months, seeking relief from the 90-degree temperatures and oppressive humidity in Colorado or New Mexico.