Trip Reports

Boyhood visits with his parents to Jackson Hole made an indelible impression upon young Bud Chatham. So much so, that he made a resolution to continue his family’s tradition as a young adult. Life and circumstances took him to other places, but his heart was firmly ingrained in a little town in Wyoming. He never forgot the rolling mountains dotted with...

The first thing that you notice when you step into A Spa For You Suites in Sedona is the owner, Thea Draaisma’s mega-watt smile that seems to come from somewhere deep in her heart and makes a soft landing on her face. She walks toward me with hands outstretched, “You must be Renee!” a half question and half declarative statement....

Have you ever sat down just to look at a sunset without any thought or desire to do anything beyond taking in the glorious sight before you? There’s no expectation, no waiting for anything more than what you see directly ahead. That was actually one of the primary reasons I wanted to visit the city of Sedona, Arizona. It would be...

[box type="blank" class="bg-blue rounded-10"] This is the first in a series of infrequent articles that will spotlight Hidden Treasures within a city that are usually overlooked by the locals. We will be searching for some of the best little known secrets from every city imaginable. Lean closer and tell me what's special about yours...

Guest Post Today's post is from a new travel writer, Patricia King (no relation), who recently had the pleasure of visiting the Georgia coastal island, St. Simons with her best friend, Joann. Pat adores traveling in style but refuses to pay top dollar. Here she gives her review of her visit to one of the island resorts, King and Prince Beach...

Last month, I took a trip back to my daughter's childhood. We were on our way to Helen, GA but had to pass through Cleveland to get there, which automatically meant that we would be stopping there as well. What's so special about Cleveland? It's the Home of the Original Appalachian Artworks or the Cabbage Patch Kids. Remember those? We may...

As long as I’ve lived in Georgia, I’ve been told that I needed to make sure that I visited Helen.  Helen who? I asked, facetiously.  Helen, Georgia was their quick retort.  Well, Es tut mir leid (I’m sorry, in German.  If I’m wrong, I’m sure my friend Laurel from My Expat Germany will correct me)!  I had never heard of...