I set two travel goals for myself last summer. While living and working in a new state was exciting and new, I did not want to settle in and get too comfortable. I wanted to continue looking for opportunities, to keep moving forward. I wanted to continue to accomplish goals and collect memories. Continue reading “Goal: Celebrate July 4th in Washington D.C.”
While checking off one of my big summer 2014 travel goals in Washington D.C. , I took a commuter train over to Baltimore for the day. Reason for the day trip: my sister got tickets to the Orioles/Rangers game that evening at Orioles Park at Camden Yards.
I love going to baseball games and would have gone even if the Rangers weren’t playing, but I enjoyed seeing my home team and cheering alongside an entire family of fellow Texas fans in nearby seats. Continue reading “A Baltimore Baseball Game”
In case you haven’t noticed this yet, I love wandering. I recently had a conversation with a friend about making the choice to travel without a plan. The freedom that comes from the unknown. The mix of fear and excitement that makes for the perfect adventure no matter where you are. Continue reading “Downtown Murfreesburo, TN”
Early one Saturday morning, while the rest of the world slept, I put on a bathing suit and Chacos, grabbed my camera and a cup of coffee, and set out with a friend to drive down the Outer Banks. We had no plan, just a ticket for the Ocracoke ferry back to the mainland that evening. We crossed the Croatan Sound at Roanoke Island and with good music playing and windows down, headed south on highway 12 to begin our day trek down the islands. Continue reading “Driving the Outer Banks”
Towards the end of May on a rainy, gray Tennessee morning, with camera in hand, I set out to explore The Hermitage. It was humid and sticky as I followed the path to the house from the parking lot. Upon arrival, I soon came to realize that this was not my first time to be here. Continue reading “The Hermitage: A President’s Home for Presidents Day”
As I planned my 22 hour, week long road trip to North Carolina, my dear friend (also the one who made the trip with me) told me about this magical place called The Biltmore. She showed me pictures and told tales of it’s magnitude and beauty, and I knew I had to go. So I did some research, learned more about the Biltmore and it’s rich history, and planned one full day to explore this beautiful estate. And I am very glad I did.