Like one or two frazzled parents before us, we’ve been known to invite our kids to take a long walk off a short pier.
It usually happens when we’re at the end of a marathon road trip and the children have been fidgeting and fighting in the back, like starving rats dropped into a maze, only not as polite.
So when we visited Coeur d’Alene, Id., and our children asked us if they could take a walk on its floating pier, we knew we’d have to rethink our use of the idiom.
That’s because it’s the longest floating boardwalk in the world, as the placard in front of it said, and as our eight-year-old son read with some satisfaction. It’s also one of several surprises we found on a fall trip to Idaho, an adventure that took us to the Pacific Northwest’s oldest state park and a mysterious but beautiful lake with a French name. [continue]
At some point during our stay at Bar W Ranch in Whitefish, Mont. — I’m not sure exactly when — the candy theme hit us like a startled grizzly on a hiking trail. Which is to say, we never saw it coming.
Skittles were everywhere. We found them in our kids’ packed lunch before they headed out for a day of riding. For reasons not entirely clear to us, the multicolored candy popped up everywhere in our log cabin. Coincidentally, Skittles was also the name of our six-year-old daughter’s horse.
Yeah, we get it. Montana is a sweet adventure. [continue]
The first thing you need to know about Big Sky Resort in Montana is that it’s bigger than ever.
Now that it’s merged with neighboring Moonlight Basin, it’s the biggest ski resort in the United States. How big? More than 5,750 acres of skiable terrain with 4,350 vertical feet.
Biggest skiing in America, they say.
The second, and maybe more important thing to know about it is that in mid-October, the only ones here to appreciate its bigness are the moose, the grizzly bears, and an occasional maintenance worker preparing this mountain resort for Opening Day on Thanksgiving.
Welcome to Montana’s “biggest” ghost town. [continue]
Really it was no hardship. Our vacation home, the Colter Ridge Lodge, had plenty going on. We had moose trekking past the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the vast natural landscape and a memorable early morning bear sighting from the bubbling security of our indoor hot tub.
Inside was just as cozy and nice. We enjoyed hot chocolate around the breakfast nook and made s’mores by the fireplace while checking the news to see if the parks would finally open their gates.
We were glad we’d decided to stay in a home because we had plenty of room and things to do. Imagine being confined to a hotel room with the whole family. Our place was a spacious four bedroom house with really comfy beds, comfortable living rooms were spread across two floors. The structure was built right into the rugged mountainside and made you feel like you were a part of nature. But one of the best parts of staying in the managed vacation rental was that the staff, especially the folks at Jackson Hole Resort Lodging, were able to point us in the direction of adventures we might not have thought to try while waiting for the weather or in our case the government ruling to change.
And when Grand Teton National Park finally opened last Thursday, we immediately drove our rental car to the closest entrance.
“Welcome back,” I said to a smiling park ranger.
“Glad to be back,” he replied. And he sounded like he meant it.
Even though we usually have a great time wherever we go, I wasn’t sure about this trip. The government shutdown meant we wouldn’t be able to visit the national parks a key part of any trip to Wyoming and Montana. Still I kept my hopes up. I took this photo of Jackson Hole ski resort as we drove toward the mountain on our way to our vacation rental. I edited this by going into photoshop and changing the colors to feel a little warmer and them brighter. [continue]
The crowded throng of early rising passengers giving credence to Foursquare’s notice: the airport was swarming.
I sat by a rare functioning outlet in a dark musty corner at my US Airways gate waiting for my boarding group announcement. The friction of whirling fans in my MacbookPro warmed my lap as I edited the gantt chart I created for a new assignment I picked up that week and I was suddenly aware of the peace and calm surrounding me on this trip.
My first flight without the rest of the family. [continue]
The pumpkin patch was covered with a large black tarp protecting the grand gourds from the fall frost on our first morning in New York’s Catskill Mountains. We almost missed it in the morning mists we were so dazzled by the golden and red fruits dangling off the apple trees which line the dirt road leading to my parents’ home. Heading straight down the mountain side to pick and taste our favorite fruit my father called us over then lifted the vine covering asking, “Does anybody like pumpkins?” [continue]