Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The black hills were surprisingly green and filled with Ponderosa Pines just like Flagstaff. We wound our way up and down several mountain passes and stopped to photograph a buffalo herd before booking it straight to Mount Rushmore. We were eager to see this national monument but were thoroughly warned by all who had visited that it’s not very impressive. Our verdict: “it was okay.” Definitely an inspiring feat of sculpture but not necessarily something to write home about (although I just did). It was worth the trip since we were in the area, but we were on to bigger and better things…the Rocky Mountains. Hey Cara, do you love the USA?
Friday, August 6, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
But, despite other people’s palpable sorrow, we had a wonderful day! Had good beer, food, and then won a raffle to get cheap tickets to see Wicked. Second row for $25 bucks, baby! Just a day spent in this adorable city before heading north to see family, but definitely worth mentioning.
The geniuses that we are, we decided to drive through downtown Chicago at 5:00 pm. That’s right, a vacation is not complete until you’ve sat in rush hour traffic! Luckily, it only took about an hour and we had a lovely dinner with our friend Ben in the suburb of Libertyville. We ate at a restaurant called “Firkin” – ten points to the person who can tell me the definition of that word:)
Upside of our time there was the great camping spot and the incredible lightning and thunder storms. So humid, but so beautiful! Tom even took a shower in the rain (shampoo and all). I watched from the inside the truck to make sure he didn’t get hit by lightning – I am such a good spouse:)
Tom handled it beautifully (surprise surprise!) and I used almost every profane word I know, but we both finished with some incredible views, pictures, and memories. Our guide was very kind to tell me I had “skills” which I am pretty sure she says to everyone that needs a little mental push up the rock. Thanks so much to my co-worker Wayne for setting this up—check out the amazing pictures!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Not our first time to the nation’s capital, but definitely the best one. We stayed with Cara’s aunt and uncle Rick and Julie in Silver Spring, MD. They took a couple of days off work to show us around the city and we packed it in. We saw the “Charters of Freedom” documents including the declaration of independence, bill of rights, constitution, etc. We also spent time in:
- the museum of art (Yay Jackson Pollock!)
- botanical gardens (Yay rare orchids!)
- amercian indian museum (Yay, Brian Jungen!)
- holocaust museum (no yay here, very very sad)
- Arlington national cemetery (Yay changing of the guard!)
- the capital building (Yay statues and paintings, oh my!)
Phew! Rick and Julie also treated us to a moonlight trolley tour of the monuments. We narrowly avoided getting struck by lightning next to the Jefferson memorial, but the storm cleared and distant lightning lit up the city. Thanks Rick, Julie, and DC!
Monday, July 26, 2010
After the bustle of the city, we thought a nice, quiet state park campsite would do us well. So, we headed to Long Island (of course!). Our camp neighbors had a different scenario in mind – how does a nice mix of hip-hop, rap, and latino beats sound at full volume? Like diversity.
The next day we headed for the beach, where Tom won our competition for who could look the most like a boiled lobster. Tom says: Note to self #1: don’t try to body surf waves that are taller than you. You will be brushing your teeth with sand. Note to self #2: Apply sun block prior to going out in the sun, not after.
Picture this: a beautiful morning walk on the Jersey shoreline. The only people in sight are rich housewives doing yoga by the waves. Oh look, now you see a jetty, how nice. You go sit on the jetty and watch the waves roll on below. You take some pictures, you breathe in the warm air of summer. And then BLAM! You are smacked in the face by a rogue wave, soaking you and your damn expensive camera. Thanks for nothing Jersey Shore.
P.S. The camera lived to see another day.