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When I picture the arid lands of the American Southwest – mesas, deserts, and rugged mountains – I envision a rugged landscape of distances that give me room to breathe and open up my soul. I envision my early travels, time spent hiking, horseback riding, camping, and exploring ancient native sites. When I learned that the Land of Enchantment offers great skiing, too, I packed my warm clothes for some seasonal fun. After a few years of sabbatical from skiing, this was my chance to play in the snow. Read more at RichmondNavigator.com.
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When the leaves have all fallen, leaving the sharp silhouettes of trees against the sky, it’s time for snow, right? Time for winter sports, playtime in the fluffy stuff, sleigh rides, and blankets of sparkling white crystals? Perhaps, but not in Virginia.
Though we have all four seasons here in the Commonwealth, snow can be slow to arrive and quick to leave. How can we embrace the Virginia chill, come what may? By going where the experience will be unforgettable, whatever the weather! Read the article at RichmondNavigator.com
Two Travelers’ Views of Fredericksburg, Texas
If you’ve never heard of Fredericksburg, Texas, don’t apologize. Until very recently, neither had Steve Cook or Annie Tobey. But since they both had the opportunity to go, they’ll tell you about it in their own words: He Said, She Said.
Yes Virginia, there is another Fredericksburg. This one’s in Texas. And it’s named for Prince Frederick of Prussia, not the Prince of Wales (as in the case of “our” Fredericksburg).
Picture this: You’re riding through the Hill Country, about 70 miles northwest of San Antonio. Your drive has been through peach and pecan orchards, past vineyards and lavender farms. It’s a beautiful rural, scenic drive, and then, suddenly, you come upon this quaint little city. Turn on to Main Street (it’s been dubbed the widest street in Texas – and you know that everything in Texas is BIG, Annie interjects) and you’ve arrived at what they call the “Magic Mile”: art galleries, boutiques, and jewelry and fashion stores, plus cozy little restaurants, coffee shops, and wine bars – and a brewpub, too. In what you might mistake for a sleepy little Texas town, you’ll discover that they don’t roll the sidewalks up when the sun goes down. Late into the night, the sounds of music waft through town as various eateries offer live entertainment out on the patio. Read this article at RichmondNavigator.com.
The quaint little peninsula is a watercolor of sparkling blue waters bordering towering bluffs, gentle green hills, and tiny towns. Its quiet beauty belies the savagery behind its name. Door County, jutting out from eastern Wisconsin, contains a string of little villages, with Lake Michigan to the east and Green Bay to the west.
Though a rural retreat, Door County is well equipped to welcome tourists. Though tourism is its largest industry, there are no shades of tacky shops with mass-produced T-shirts and short-lived souvenirs. Instead, you’ll find refreshing outdoor activities, fine art and craft galleries, and symphony and theatre.
I embraced a recent visit to this charming peninsula as a retreat from the busy city and an escape from the heat. Read this article at RichmondNavigator.com.