If you’ve seen one dude ranch you’ve seen ’em all, right?
If you have a thing for European-inspired traditions, take a detour to Regina, Saskatchewan on your next North American road trip.
All roads lead to Winnipeg. Sorry, Rome. But in the Canadian midwest, that’s certainly true.
You should have seen the expression on my ten-year-old son’s face when we arrived at Toronto’s St. Lawrence Market. He’s our family’s resident foodie. And he looked like he’d just landed in heaven.
We’ll think of a reason later. That’s what we said when we started traveling as a family back in 2010. That’s a lot of time to think of a reason. Well, we have.
You’re in a city, but it could be any city. You’re riding alongside a port, but it could be any port. But it’s not just any city and it’s not just any port, it’s Montreal. How can you tell?
Can we talk bathrooms? I’m in the Starbucks in Statesville, N.C., and it’s all I can think about.
When choosing between staying at a hotel or with friends, you’re faced with a complex decision tree – as we used to say in business school.
We’re at Starbucks at SR 40 & I-95. They’re advertising iced drinks on the door. But why buy a beverage when you can step right inside and freeze?
What’s the longest you’ve ever driven without stopping? A half a day? Twenty-four hours? More? Well, try this on for size: We needed to get from Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado back to our home in Orlando. But we only had two days. That’s about 2,000 miles and at least 30 hours of driving.