My friends at Country Roads Magazine asked me to write about some of my favorite places discovered as we wander about. Here’s that story.
As chance would have it, our RV park for an overnight stop was just down the road from Mesilla, New Mexico. Once the Confederate capital of the Arizona Territory, today it’s an arts community filled with very cool adobe homes.
I asked my friend and former boss, Country Roads Magazine publisher James Fox-Smith, for a bit of help making a whacky idea for The Fabulous Fifth Wheel come true. His valiant efforts on our behalf seem to have raised an eyebrow or two. http://www.countryroadsmag.com/featured/blogs/editorial-reflections/kudzu-appreciation-society
My story about the part of this last year’s journey we spent in the Ozarks is in month’s Country Roads Magazine HERE. And here are some additional fave pix that aren’t in the online version:
Every Saturday night in Eureka Springs, the town traffic cop leads the community drum circle.
Rosie was my most favorite of many fave pieces at the Crystal Bridges Museum.
The Walmart museum housed in what was Sam Walton’s first store, has this interesting display of merchandise returned for unusual reasons.
One of the best meals we’ve had on our journey was at a student run restaurant on a mountaintop college campus outside Branson. Everything on this plate was raised on campus.
A personal fave shot of Dave taken at one of Branson’s many cheesy but delightful attractions.
Just down the road from Galveston is the Butler Longhorn Museum that tells the story of these remarkable creatures. Dave hanging here for a second with The Duke.
A flawlessly framed beach view from the elegant lobby of historic Hotel Galvez.
I’m not an amusement park guy, but Pleasure Pier was a delight just to look at from the seawall at night. This photo is courtesy of the Galveston tourism folks.
And at the Lone Star Flight Museum, this is the bomber referenced in the story.
There are more than 20,000 historic structures in Galveston that have survived the hurricanes that pummeled the island over the years. A bit about why in the story.
It was spring when we were in Galveston and the cemetery hadn’t yet been mowed. From a little neglect..something beautiful.
This month I had the chance to share one of the early adventures in our trek with the readers of Country Roads Magazine. I made the case for why one would choose Galveston as a beach destination over the prettier beaches on the Florida panhandle. Here’s one of the arguments from my story:
“…while lots of beach resorts offer aerial views of the waters below from parasails, but how many offer you a birds-eye view from a vintage WWII bomber?”
You can read the others HERE.
And here are some of my favorite pix from that visit that didn’t make the online edition.