But don't actually forget about sandboarding because you should totally risk your life in the dune buggy to bounce around and watch the sunset while also getting angry over the trash on the dunes if you care about the environment. Which, if you don't care about the environment...
Mind. Blown. Stomach, too, but in a good way.
Once you’ve secured your ride, do a quick leg stretch and open up the Maps app on your phone because it’s time to do some biking. And some drinking. This is how Denver should be explored.
With Arches, Canyonlands, Zion, Bryce Canyon, and Capital Reef all within a four hour drive of Salt Lake City, it's clear that Mother Nature didn't skimp on Utah.
For you skimmers out there, all you need to know is in the title. Cobblestone, cathedrals, 22 town squares, beautifully old buildings — Savannah feels totally European. And, AND, you can walk around with alcohol in your hands, sippin' on a nice brew while window shopping on Broughton street (a mix of that classic, late 1800s, early 1900s brick downtown look meets 1950s retro) or just chillin' on a park bench underneath a giant oak draped in Spanish Moss. Yeah. If you didn't know life in Savannah was basically beer-friendly poetry (I didn't), you do now.Write here...
Reykjavik's marketing team has recently had a burst of mother-effin' genius and is capitalizing on long layovers through their main airport, RKV. Almost as brilliant as Matthew McConaughey selling Lincolns. If you find yourself there (likely via WOWair's sweetly cheap flights), know that you don't really need more than 3 days in Reykjavik — especially if you're there in winter and you want to chop off your hands to save Jack Frost the trouble.
I turn into the Chickamauga Battlefield off Battlefield Parkway, falling victim to the first day of mid October in North Georgia when I won’t sweat like a pig after two minutes outside. Wanting to spend my initial moments off work in the evening beneath a smear of darkening clouds against patches of blue, I drive down the main road of the Civil War site past fields of concrete monuments and sea-foam green and black cannons that scatter throughout the park.
“You are way too young to know anything about Jimi."
Novelist Knut Hamsun won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1920 for Sult. In it, he says, "Oslo is a strange city that nobody leaves without being marked by it." He wrote that in 1888, 127 years ago. Some things never change.
The empty cobra heads stared up at me from the blue countertop. “Don’t worry,” Mario continued, pointing to the pile of elephant skin across the counter. “We’re only allowed these if they’re already dead.”
Apart for classic country western music, El Paso is a notable city (c'mon, I know you've heard of it) that gets glossed over in favor of more eccentric Austin or, well, that's about it. The rest of it is "texas," an adjective Norwegians now use to mean "crazy." Luckily for El Paso, it is so not Texas or even texas. El Paso is El Paso, and it is unlike anywhere else. It might be one of the most unique cities in the Union, and despite your friend insisting to you it's an armpit, it's not. We have proof.
The tires of our 4x4 dug through sand as we struggled up the hill above Champagne Pools on Fraser Island. Scattering the top were eleven sweaty and sunburned men in their 50s and 60s sipping from koozie-covered beer cans and watching in silence as Mitchell maneuvered his way into a parking spot.
Gatlinburg is strange. Americana at it's finest, but strange. Let's explore its faces.
2:41 AM. It begins. Your mellisonant tones fill my room like honey dripping from my hotel bedcovers. Are you wishing me goodnight or is something actually wrong? Meinen damen und herren, something something something, lots of spit, something something something, probably the intro to Cabaret.
Your college friends were all drunk anyway. If we could reverse things and have those breweries be your drunk college friends, who would own the Rastafarian poster and who's the one stealing all your ramen?
I shift my eyes towards the canopy of Spanish moss above me, listening to the blind man in Chippewa Square play "When The Saints Go Marching In" on his trumpet. I’m enjoying my morning off work in solitude, moving along at a pace that mimics the thick and sticky air of a Savannah summer.
“In the early ’70s life for many of us was in the process of change. Those old enough to remember those days will nod thoughtfully as their mind drifts back to remember the end of the Vietnam War protests, and the calming of the revolutionary drumbeat that had throbbed in our young veins. The paths set before us then were polarizing. Would we conform or continue to press on, trying to change the world?”
Out of the 609,456 people living in Portland, Oregon, 2,869 are without homes. A fraction have been sent away by their own cities of San Diego, San Francisco, and places in Florida, put on a one-way Greyhound bus to Portland. Why? For the opportunities. However, the majority of these people end up in the same condition in Oregon: homeless and unemployed. And with recent regulation changes, those that are being sent with a one-way ticket are being told they have to leave.
You’ve partied in Berlin. You’ve practiced your Deutsch in Munich. Maybe you’ve flown into Frankfurt and stopped in Hamburg on your way north. But the rest of Germany? It’s pretty off the radar and there are zero good reasons why. As the bigger German cities get more and more predictable, it’s the smaller ones that offer more of a sense of adventure. Here’s eight spots even some Germans don’t know about: