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thehustlebeautifultraveler · 3 years ago

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My US Travel Bucket List

1. New York City, NY

2. San Antonio, TX

3. Niagara Falls, New York

4. Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco

5. Old Faithful and Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone National Park

6. South Beach, Miami

7. The Narrows, Zion National Park

8. Santa Fe, New Mexico

9. Pacific Coast Highway, California

10. Nashville, TN

11. Boston, Mass

12. Joshua Tree National Park, California

13. Maui, Hawaii

14. Anchorage, AK

15. Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre, Colorado

16. Horse Show Bend, AZ

17. Austin, TX

18. Mount Rushmore National Memorial, South Dakota

19. Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta, New Mexico

20. Griffith Observatory, California

21. Going-to-the-Sun-Road, Glacier National Park

22. Las Vegas, NV

23. Acadia National Park, Maine

24. Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah

25. Liberty Bell and Independence Hall, Philadelphia

26. Hot Springs, Arkansas

27. Redwood National and State Parks, California

28. Crater Lake National Park, Oregon

29. Taos Pueblo, NM

30. Antelope Canyon, AZ

31. Lake Superior, MN

32. Arches National Park, Utah

33. Kentucky Derby, Louisville KY

34. Maxkinac Island, Lake Huron Michigan

35. Santa Monica, CA

36. NASA Space Center, Houston TX

37. Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado

38. Fenway Park, Boston MA

39. Alcatraz Island, San Francisco CA

40. Drive the whole Route 66

41. Hollywood Boulevard, Los Angeles

42. Tour The White House

43. Disneyland

44. Death Valley

45. Elvis Presley’s Home in Memphis

46. Millennium Park, Chicago

47. Big Sur Coast, Carmel to San Francisco

48. Eastern State Penitentiary (Al Capone), Philadelphia

49. Tour Warner Brothers Studio, LA

50. Walk Across the Brooklyn Bridge, NYC

51. Catch a Cubs game in Chicago

52. Wine Tasting in Napa Valley, CA

53. Gateway Arch in St. Louis

54. Swim in the Havasu Falls Pools, Arizona

55. Universal Studios, Hollywood

56. Catch a Broadway Show

57. Visit the Smithsonian Museums in Washington DC

58. Maroon Bells, Aspen CO

59. Lake Tahoe, Straddling Nevada and California

60. Climb to the Hollywood Sign

61. Everglades National Park

62. Navy Pier, Chicago

63. White Sands National Monument, New Mexico

64. Central Park, New York

65. Martha’s Vineyard, Mass

66. Eat Lobster in Maine

67. Go to Coachella

68. Go to SBSW

69. lollapalooza

70. Experience a real American Ranch

71. Ben & Jerry’s Factory, Vermont

72. Watch A Rodeo in Cody, Wyoming

73. Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, Ohio

74. The Seven Magic Mountains, Nevada

75. Salem Witch Trials Tour

76. Visit Members Mark in Kentucky

77. Watch Talledega Super Speedway, Alabama

78. Salvation Mountain, Niland, CA

79. Hole N The Rock, Moab Utah

80. Carhenge: Alliance, Nebraska

81. Prada Marfa, Valentine TX

82. Enchanted Highway: North Dakota

83. Dinosaur Kingdom II, Natural Bridge Virginia

84. Cadillac Ranch, Amarillo TX

85. Winchester Mystery House, San Jose California

86. Pineapple Garden Maze: Wahiawa Hawaii

87. Gum Wall, Seattle WA

88. Bubblegum Alley, San Luis Obispo California

89. Flintstones Bedrock City, Coconino County Arizona

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markpariani · 8 years ago

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Balloon Escapee - One World Observatory - World Trade Center, New York City, NY - Monday, April 3rd, 2017

#Balloon #WTC #NYC #WorldTradeCenter #NewYorkCity #FreedomTower #Arch #Architecture #Travel #SeeForever #City #Photo #Skyline

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yumekuimono · 6 years ago

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[Spideypool] Stargazers

A/N: well, it’s been a while. I’m honestly surprised I found the time for this between uni work. anyway, whenever I read fic set in NYC that mentions the stars, I just think, “has this author...been to New York?” so I wrote a cute spideypool about it. yes, I’m going all the way back to those two

[~1k words; no warnings, can be gen or pre-slash]

Wade let out an exaggeratedly content sigh, of the kind that meant he wanted to pretend that whatever he said next was completely spontaneous but also wanted Peter’s full attention for it. He stretched, then flopped backwards onto the flat roof of the high-rise, arms above his head. “The stars sure are pretty tonight.”

Peter twisted around from his perch on the ledge to squint at Deadpool’s masked face. He knew when he was being set up. “What stars? We’re in Manhattan. There’s too much light pollution and smog to see stars.”

Wade pouted, just his mouth and chin visible. “That’s not true! I can see like, ten stars.”

“Where?”

“There’s the Big Dipper.”

Peter lay down with his head next to Wade’s to follow the path of his gloved finger. “That’s not the Big Dipper.”

“Sure it is. It’s big and it’s dipper-shaped. Bam: Big Dipper.”

“Yeah, but it’s not supposed to take up the whole sky.”

“How would you know? Have you ever seen the Milky Way? More stars than you can count on your fingers and toes?”

“No.” Peter had been to Island Beach State Park, and Connecticut when he’d toured Yale. Neither of those places were much better than New York for stars, although they had little enough light pollution that the night sky looked navy rather than orange. He’d gone camping upstate with Aunt May and Uncle Ben once too, a few months after he came to live with them. He didn’t remember a lot from back then. If he’d seen stars, it didn’t help him now.

“Well, there you go. You haven’t, and I have. So leave the constellations to the experts. Hey, do you think if you went to the countryside you could use your webbing to balloon across the fields the way baby spiders do? You know, ‘cause there’s no buildings?”

Peter ignored the question. “That’s only six.”

“What?”

“Six stars. In the Big Dipper. If that’s what it is.”

“No, there’s seven. Four in the ladle-bit, and then the handle goes up like that and there’s a faint one before you curve down to get the last one.”

“I don’t see the faint one.”

“Course not. You gotta look in the corner of your eye, where your night vision receptors are.”

Peter focused off to the right of where Wade pointed. There could have been a glimmer at the edge of his vision, but it also could have been his imagination. “I don’t believe you. It’s not there.”

“Yuh-huh,” Wade said.

“Where are the other three?”

“There’s one over there.” Wade pointed across his body, to the gap between two skyscrapers further downtown. Peter propped himself on an elbow to look.

“That’s an airplane, Wade.”

“It’s not moving.”

“A helicopter, then. It’s got a red blinking light.”

“Fine.” Wade’s arm swung around to the opposite direction, nearly smacking Peter in the face. “What about those?”

Two bright points of light hung over the East River. Peter considered them.

“I don’t think those are stars, actually.”

“What else would they be?”

“Planets.”

“Pshaw, no one can tell those apart.”

“Sure you can,” Peter said. “Planets don’t twinkle because they’re closer to Earth. The reddish one’s probably Mars, and the other one could be Venus. Or Jupiter, maybe.”

“They still count as stars.”

“No, they don’t.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“They’re celestial bodies of light! Therefore, stars!”

“But a planet isn’t the same thing as a star.”

“Spidey, this is Manhattan,” Wade shrieked. “We can’t afford to be picky about our stars!”

A horn blared thirty-six stories below, despite the hour. Traffic here still bustled at midnight. The streets wouldn’t empty until after two or three in the morning, when the bars and nightclubs closed. Even then, Peter would be able to hear the whisper of automobiles or the subway if he concentrated. This was the city at its most peaceful.

“I suppose you’re right,” Peter said.

“Anyway, you haven’t agreed with me,” Wade groused. “You’re supposed to agree that the stars are pretty.”

“And if I do?”

“Then I get to say, ‘Yeah, but you know what’s prettier?’”

“A hot dog.”

“Spidey. We had tacos.”

“That was before we went to the Bronx to fight a bunch of people. And then we came all the way down here. Also, I’m a college student. A college student with an enhanced metabolism, no less.”

“You’re a spoilsport.”

Peter nodded. “An enhanced spoilsport. Enhanced by hunger.”

“I think you just don’t want to hear what’s prettier than the stars. I’ll have to reconsider my evaluation because of that, you know.”

“Oh, so you think I’m the one that’s prettier than the stars?” Despite himself, something wavered behind Peter’s ribs at the implied complement.

“Well now I’m not sure,” Wade said in his best properly put-upon voice. “You can certainly be prettier than the helicopter. But not the stars.”

“That’s a low bar,” Peter protested. “I’m at least as pretty as the planets, if not the stars.”

“Hmmmmm.” Wade stroked his chin with forefinger and thumb. His mouth pursed in a semi-successful effort to keep back a smile. “Hmmmmmm. No, I don’t think you’re at the level of celestial bodies of light anymore, sorry.”

Peter set one foot on the ledge of the roof and flattened his palms behind his shoulders to arch up into a backbend. His spine crackled satisfyingly when he pushed his weight onto his arms. Peter kicked up and over with his free leg until he stood upright on his feet. He held out a hand to Wade.

“What if I buy you a hot dog?”

Wade slapped his hand into Peter’s and let himself be hauled up. “I could reconsider over a hot dog. But no guarantees.”

“If a hot dog doesn’t do it, I’ll just have to keep working at it until I earn my way back to being pretty as possible, then.” Peter raised his eyebrows. A smirk hovered around his mouth.

Wade looked over both shoulders as if someone could be listening in. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Between you and me, I don’t think it’ll take you very long.” Then he straightened up with a grin. “You got yourself a deal, Spidey-boy.”

“Why, thank you very kindly, Mr. Pool.”

With that, Peter swung them both off into the night, Wade whooping and laughing the whole way.

#fanfic #spideypool #peter parker x wade wilson #spiderman #deadpool #fluff #stargazing #college student!peter #flirting

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kivablog3 · 6 years ago

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NYC Pride March™ 2018, brought to you by…

I wrote this up while watching the Pride March on TV, mainly because just the idea of watching it on TV was so weird. Part 1 of 2.—

The March is on now, but it’s not informal like the hallowe’e’n parade, meaning not in an informal, NY1, someone-with-a-camera wandering-around kind of way. More a sort of, “Welcome to ABC7’s coverage of the NYC Pride March! Here’s an establishing shot of Lower Manhattan from NewsChopper 7!” way. In what I have decided to call a thanksgiving-gays-parade kind of way. There’s a pair of apparently-str8 parade anchors or whatever you call them, a white cis man and white cis woman with a black drag queen anchor providing expert queer commentary. She had dangerous hair and I forget her name, which proves I was the only person watching who didn’t know who she was. I’m not only out of the loop, I can’t even see the loop from here. Sometimes even the existence of the loop seems speculative.

There’s a bunch of students from (I think) the High School for the Performing Arts to start the show, dancing and singing a song I’m not familiar with (see loop, out of, supra). Now there’s another kid singing the national anthem. I swear. This ain’t no football game, y’all. Did everyone get a chance to take a knee? I would have been deeply annoyed if I’d been there. “From its dimly-recalled semilegendary origins as a sort of protest rally, today the NYC Pride March….” I made up that quote, but not by much.

The kid who led the singers from Performing Arts is being interviewed now, and this is different, people like them getting to speak to the cameras. Voices like this get lost in the noise. That’s new. It’s also…interesting seeing who bought commercial time on this. Nissan, TD Bank, I forget the first one. T-Mobile.

So, here we go for real. Shot from above of the Dykes on Bikes, they take off…and Channel 7 chooses this moment to try to explain as well as describe the new route. Justify the new route, tbph, since last year the traditional longform march took nine hours, apparently.

Now they’re explaining who lesbians are, or were fifty years ago, something like that. Here comes the Dykes on Bikes for real, they’re honking and waving. But the announcers are awkwardly discussing transgender murder rates at the moment, and trying to talk about tolerance, and history, but all in a sort of gee-whiz way, giving us, “Lesbians used to go to the bar too, some of them, and a lesbian actually overturned a police car! which helped start things off at the riot, and….” “That’s right, Brian, and here’s one of the Grand Marshals of this year’s march, Billie Jean King.” Aaand here’s a touching, pre-produced segment, talking with Billie Jean. Sort of like on the Olympics when they talk to athletes. It’s nice, but several of these after a couple of hours will feel like interruptions.

I think we should build a monument, a statue of the Nameless Lesbian Who Flipped a Cop Car at the Stonewall Riots by Herself; I’ve heard this story before. But it’s all delivered in this weird parade-announcer dialect, like, “How many balloons are there in those arches?” “Well, there are 2000 balloons in each arch, and as you know, the rainbow has been the symbol….” I may have to turn off the sound. Because, okay, it’s nice getting to see the Grand Marshals and the Dykes on Bikes and the balloons, even. It’s just so commercialized now, it makes even real stuff, like help and counseling and history, sound cheesy and artificial.

It seems like it’s in large part designed to explain queer stuff to str8 people, and to maybe-not-str8 people who are questioning, all of which is commendable, in theory, but in the execution it’s a little wobbly-looking. Well-intentioned encomiums to equality and descriptions of social services are interspersed with, Oh, look, another float…and now that it’s been established that heterosexual audiences will watch television shows about drag queens, Channel 7 will put as many onscreen as possible. That’s certainly different.

There are some brief politician interviews, and now they have Rachel Tiven in the booth. She’s head of Lambda Legal, “The People Who Sue.” I hadn’t heard that line before, but it’s catchy. If I’m going to try to use my legal language skills somewhere, and I’ve tried some other places that just aren’t responsive, then maybe I should try Lambda. They get involved in high-impact cases that have, I gather, the potential for change beyond simple redress for the litigants. That’s somewhere I could be useful in serious litigation, help make change happen. I’m glad she got interviewed. It’s sort of as if for today we’re all just another part of the larger community. It’s kind of amazing, even bizarre, that we have corporate sponsors and live coverage. And I’m not used to seeing this many queers on the air for this long without a lesbian fictional character dying.

Some of the marchers from Lambda have this Cindy Sherman-style design on their tees: “Read My Briefs!” For legal humor that’s not bad; the bar is set low. That’s a pun. Sorry.

To be continued…

#trans #gender #transgender #trans lesbian #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #nyc pride #gay pride march

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kathyzucker · 7 years ago

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My phone rings. I glance down. The school number dances across the screen. I am headed to the beauty supply store to get you the same curling iron as Princess Kate of England uses, I tell my eldest kid. I will be about twenty minutes late. All day, I have been racing to meet as many work deadlines as possible before school pickup. My husband and I trade messages discussing arrangements. He will drop her off at the dance, while I cook dinner and then pick her up. For weeks, every sixth grader in our town has been in a frenzy of excitement. Pictures flow across my phone of balloon arches and a stage with purple lighting framing enormous gold letters. Seventeen years ago, I moved across the Hudson River from New York to New Jersey. I came here because of fencing. Everywhere I go, I see Olympians. Walking from the PATH train. At the grocery store. At hair salons. My kids have sleepovers and play dates with the children of Olympic athletes. Why are they all here, in this one small area? Because most of the elite NYC clubs are located along the PATH line on the west side of Manhattan – I could be home fifteen minutes after practice ended. As the years passed, more and more fencers moved to the area. And stayed once they became parents. And now? As my husband prepares for a tournament with an entry list dotted with names I have seen for decades, my daughter tells me that she saw friends from different schools. And spent the evening eating and dancing with them. #entrepreneur #momlife (at Hoboken, New Jersey)

#entrepreneur #momlife

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fletke · 6 years ago

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Dear friends/family,

Thank you all so much for helping to make this trip a reality for Gardner and myself. It truly was a “dream fulfilled” to be able to take this trip together, not to mention the fact that I was able to enjoy all of the hiking and creek-wading and rock climbing on a completely new/healed/restored right big toe after having surgery this May. [shoutout to Emily’s brilliant idea of asking Brett to take a look at it back in December!] Praise. God. This was also a big trip for Gardner, as he had just stepped away from the company he had been working with in NYC for the past three years. We arrived in CO expectant, and boy did God take us on a journey! Feel free to read it all, or just scroll through the pictures; in any case - THANK YOU ALL!

[Just north of Ouray... prounounced “yur-eh”]

Day 1 - NYC to Denver

Arrived into Denver around 8am, rented a car from the airport (bless you, Nissan Rogue), and headed over to Golden where we picked up gear and supplies from Tyler and Nikki and their two awesome boys! (bless you Tyler and Nikki!) Tyler had everything staged for us in his garage, ready to be packed into the back of our vehicle. What a reflection of God’s provision it was to be outfitted with literally EVERYTHING we could have needed for wilderness camping. I must have muttered something along the way, but I mainly remember feeling speechless. We only wish we could have spent more time with their family; these people radiated some serious love! Maybe next time! :-)

Drove down to Tom and Claudette’s place in Littleton for a heavenly nap (bless you Tom and Claudette!) They were gracious enough to welcome us into their home on short notice (Ben, you have some amazing parents!) A good hard nap equipped us for an afternoon DSW and TJ’s run. Came back for burgers, cantaloupe, testimonies, and ice cream sandwiches on the back porch with Tom and Claudette :-) We were super grateful for a day to let our bodies adjust to the altitude and the drier climate.

(thank you, Tyler, for making sure we didn’t leave without the straw hats!)

Day 2 - Denver to Rocky Mountain National Park

August 1st ... Colorado Day!! We took an early morning trail walk via Littleton’s beautiful canal trail to Jackass (yes, jackass) Hill Park for a preview of the Rockies! We saw two hot air balloons being sent up into the sky! Plus hawks, horses, goats, a hen, and geese along the neighborhood walking trail! Eggs and coffee and bagels on the back porch with Tom and Claudette. Claudette is quite the chef! She also sent us off with some amazing zucchini bread and cookies :-)

We did a quick Walmart Run to make sure we had batteries, Ziplocs, and baby wipes (IMPORTANT), and drove into the mountains via Route 6 West to 119 North, passed through the Arapaho National Forest, Roosevelt National Forest.

Erin, the employee who got us set up with our National Park pass at the entrance, got instantly and somewhat violently weepy when we told her it was Gardner’s first time camping in the mountains! That was a sweet moment. On our way up and over the pass, we saw a lone elk, chillin’ in the valley, just 40 feet from the road.

Camping in Rocky Mountain National Park: Timber Creek Campsite

Rocky Mountain National Park

Gardner, taking it all in!

A number of Elk visited us at this campsite!

Really cool drive across Trail Ridge Road!

Day 3 - Rocky Mountain National Park to Summit County

We drove from Timber Creek down to Frisco via Grand Lake and over the mountains through Winter Park. We wanted to hit up Berthoud Falls, but it was strategically marked by locals with “private property” signs to discourage tourists from stopping. Next time...

The Dillon amphitheater (where I spent a couple of summers in college working) was totally redone - completely new! The small wooden building where I had performed was empty and basically ready to be torn down.

We spent the next couple hours locating some warm gear (we had been very chilly for the evening/early morning in Rocky Mountain). The cashier at the mountain supply store recommended camping in Arapaho National Forest via the Ute Pass; Ute Pass sure had a stunning view, but the cashier forgot to mention that the area was also on fire. Unfortunately, we didn’t check fire updates before driving that way. We ended up at the Frisco Holiday Inn for the night.

Again, thank you, Tyler, for supplying us with gear; coffee was CLUTCH.

Grand Lake (above)

Smokey sky above Ute Pass.

Day 4 - Summit County to Grand Junction

Butterhorn Bakery goodness for breakfast. Lovely rainy drive through Vail west on I-70.

Entered the White River National Forest and drove through Glenwood Springs and Glenwood Canyon. We did the Hanging Lake hike in the canyon, and it was AMAZING.

As you approach Glenwood Springs, the terrain changes again completely! And the drive from Glenwood Springs to Palisade is JAW DROPPING.

Stopped in Palisade for peaches! (Thank you Amy for that recommendation)

Spent the night with Amy and Derek in Grand Junction, CO. They live in a spacious ranch-style home with three amazing kiddos, Brinley, Parker, and Arlo. They had a taco salad dinner waiting for us when we arrived. Derek also had all of his CO and UT maps all laid out for us on the kitchen table and helped us plan the rest of our trip. We ended up completely pitching our plans to drive down to Zion, Bryce, and Grand Canyon after hearing his suggestions.

Hanging Lake

Glenwood Canyon

Palisade

Just outside of Grand Junction

Day 5 - Grand Junction with the Hrubes (pronounced “Roo-Bish”) family.

Eggs, potatoes, and sausage for breakfast with Fam Hrubes before a hike to Devil’s Kitchen inside the Colorado National Monument, which is a National Park filled with impressive canyons and giant rock formations. We had some unforgettable moments driving along the canyon rim cliffs toward Fruita.

We came back to the Hrubes home and enjoyed some sandwiches, plums, Cheetos and “fizzy water” :-) and watched the two oldest girls play “Life” with Amy in the playroom upstairs.

Later on, we joined them for a community pool house birthday party.

We came home and watched “The Greatest Showman” that evening with the girls, finish route planning, and then to bed. Derek popped in just before he turned in to ask us if we needed anything. What incredible hosts they are!

Chet Hrubes guest bedroom sunrise views.

CO National Monument

Devil’s Kitchen, CO Nat Monument

Canyon Rim Driving, Co Nation Monument

Day 6 - Utah, Arches, Moab

We headed out of grand junction around 9:30am and hit up Target before driving west toward Moab.

The land was so vastly different from anything I’d ever seen; a true desert land. The temperatures climbed quickly to above 100, and the dry heat was merciless. The views were like something straight out of an old western.

We found the campsite that Derek recommended and set up camp. Then we drove through Arches National Park for 4 hrs, stopping at various lookout points along the way, and taking a brief sunset hike through Devil’s Garden. Then back to camp where we attempted to sleep in 100-degree heat...without much success.

Day 7 - Mesa Arch, Canyonlands National Park

This was a highlight; well worth getting up at 5am! Emily enjoyed meeting a French family of photographers who had traveled long to get this iconic photograph. Emily was delighted to work on her sunrise skills; getting the camera settings just right to capture the beautiful sky, and a bit of the foreground as well :-)

After no sleep, and dreading another day of desert heat we decided to drive straight back to southwest CO into the San Juan region.

We entered the forest via Dolores; ah to see trees again! We celebrated how quickly the temperature dropped as we climbed further into the mountains, and ended up finding dispersed camping 20 miles south of Telluride, right off the highway in a beautiful basin surrounded by mountain peaks. (We chose to save Goblin State Park and Capitol Reef National Park for next time ;) Snacks for dinner! And no night sweats!

Day 8 - Telluride, Owl Creek Pass at the Wetterhorn Basin

We got up just before sunrise (chilly!) and made breakfast; our dispersed camping neighbors suggested we check out the Telluride gondola (we did!) Telluride is glorious; the stream views are quintessential Colorado. We also picked up a couple ginger molasses cookies from The Butcher and the Baker off of Main Street - #cookieperfection

We drove north and picked up some groceries and water at Walmart in Montrose; then headed up a dirt county road into the mountains (toward Courthouse mountain and the Wetterhorn Basin). We found a spot for dispersed camping (and shortly thereafter found ourselves in the company of a large, yet friendly herd of black cows). We cooked dinner, enjoyed the creek for sunset, and then got cozy in our sleeping bags, as it got chilly quickly after the sun went down.

Lizard Head

Creek in Telluride - above

Dispersed Camping near Lizard Head at Sunset

Day 9 - Wetterhorn Basin Trail Hike (9 miles round trip!)

I got a small blister, but it was worth it! It was so fun to watch Gardner experience his first high altitude mountain hike! Exhilarating! The Wetterhorn Pass had an awesome view of the other side of the mountain range from its 12,000 ft summit! We’ll save the 14-ers for next time ;)

By the time we got back to base camp, we were ripe for a nap! And we did just that! We got up and made tacos for dinner; cooking a meal over a small gas stove in the middle of the wilderness sure does make one feel like a super-conqueror!

near Owl Creek Pass - above was the mountain ridge view from our campsite! The jagged ridges were so impressive.

Courthouse mountain (above)

Day 10 - Ouray

We had quite a time finding dispersed camping in this area; when google maps show you county roads in CO, be warned that they most likely require 4-wheel drive and a HARD-CORE vehicle.

We ended up finding a spot just south of Ouray near Ironton; we quickly set up our tent and jetted back to the hot springs for the rest of the afternoon! They had public showers, which was a gift after our long hike the day prior.

We drove down toward Silverton to explore the area a bit before sun-down and got to see a stunning sunset before heading back to our campsite for the night. One of my favorite photos from the trip. :-)

Million Dollar Highway/Governor Gulch area

Rainbow firey sunset just north of Silverton.

Day 11 - Black Canyon of the Gunnison

Stormy weather and beautiful views. This place was a gem! We learned that the Empire State Building would only come halfway up the canyon wall!

That evening we drove up to Spring Creek to camp with the Hrubes family and two other families just north of Gunnison. 8 adults, 8 kids, 4 dogs, 2 campers, 3 tents, and a lot of love!

The Painted Wall (iconic viewpoint) Thank you again Derek Hrubes for this rec!

down in the canyon along the river (above)

Day 12 - Spring Creek

Hammocks and creek time. Sm’oreos. Gardner wrote a song; more on that later...

Gardner gettin’ creeky :-)

Spring Creek reservoir

Quintessential Colorado! Thank you, Amy and Derek, for welcoming us into your camping weekend!

Spring Creek at sunset

Day 13 - Lizard Head Pass, Telluride

At 3:45pm, just as we re-entered the Uncompahgre Forest, Gardner received an email notifying his acceptance at Alliance Theological Seminary. We stopped at one of the overlooks to rejoice and celebrate the news as we took in the views.

We drove into Telluride again; we needed to get a quick photo for Gardner - he had received news a few days prior that he’d been cast in a 54 Below staged concert of “Revelation” the musical. We stopped in at a coffee shop so I could edit and get wifi and drink an iced cashew milk latte (yes please).

We drove down to Lizard Head, 25 min south of Telluride to meet the Coes and their dear friends Brian and Paul around 5pm. We set up camp together and dipped back into town for chicken sandwiches and beer. Hallelujah.

glory

This campsite was dope.

Not even sure how the sky did that.

Day 14 - Alta Lakes Hike

Watched the sunrise, cooked eggs + bacon over that faithful Coleman stove (thank you again, Tyler and Nikki), and made our way up to the Alta Lakes Trailhead (beautiful hike with a stunning view). After some good hiking, we headed back into Telluride once more for drinks at The Butcher and the Baker and an early dinner at a noodle and whiskey bar next door. We took the gondola up to watch the sunset; the sun behind the smoke from the recent fires was a blazing pink-orange color! Back to camp for our final night of camping for the trip!

breakfast at our campsite near Trout Lake (dear friend Mary above)

above - Driving into Telluride from the West

Top of the gondola ride at sunset - above

Day 15 - Telluride to Denver

Drove back to Denver through Gunnison and Buena Vista for a different kind of scenery. Much “ranchy-er”. We dropped gear with Tyler and his boys just after 4pm and then headed to meet Joni for dinner in Littleton. Rich time together, enjoying margaritas and catching up on life. Headed back to Tom and Claudette’s just after 8pm for some laundry and a solid re-packing for our flight home the next morning!

around Buena Vista

Day 16 - Denver to NYC

#colorado #camping #adventure #dispersed #mountains #utah #photography #landscape

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fashiontrendin-blog · 6 years ago

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The Ultimate(ish) Guide to NYC’s Public Pools

http://fashion-trendin.com/the-ultimateish-guide-to-nycs-public-pools/

The Ultimate(ish) Guide to NYC’s Public Pools

n summertime, Manhattan’s sidewalk trash mimics overheated bodies: Noisome vapors intensify, baked in by the sun, and plastic bag exteriors sweat real, tangible droplets. TV will tell you that “everyone” escapes the brunt of New York’s turn-up for sweeter pastures outside the city limits, but the rest of us need to make the best of it. We need to find friends with Soho House memberships. We need to buy hand-held fans on Amazon. We need to steal extra moist towelettes from fast food restaurants. Most importantly, we need to make a beeline for our nearest public pool.

Here is a thing you may not be aware of: For approximately ten glorious weeks each year, NYC Parks refills 53 of the great concrete chasms that otherwise lay dormant throughout various boroughs and turns them into FREE POOLS. These are open daily from 11 a.m. until 7 p.m. (earlier if you register for lap swimming) with an hour break for cleaning at 3 p.m. They are of varying sizes. They do not sell or permit food. They require you to be an organized person and BYO lock to stash valuables (you’re not allowed in without brandishing a bolt, and you’re required to leave pretty much everything in a metal locker, including your mobile phone). But did I mention these are OUTDOOR POOLS? And did I say they’re free?

I spent the last week dipping in man-made water holes all over the city — tanning, sweating, free-styling, flushing out all torpor as my skin was embraced by cool, restorative H20 — and compiled my findings here. As an aside, I did not spy a single floating Band-Aid (which to be honest was dispiriting; I’d intended on doing a tally).

Hamilton Fish Pool, LES 128 Pitt Street, New York BEST FOR: Lower Manhattan convenience, bodega proximity. AVOID: When hungover.

Hamilton Fish — an Olympic-sized pool that first opened in 1936 — was the first I visited. It was also the site I was most disorganized for, arriving sans towel and lock. Upon realizing this, I returned with a Master Lock purchased from a nearby CVS, fumbled for a painfully long time, then proceeded to watch multiple YouTube tutorials — all inexplicably hosted by security-loving teens — before I actually understood how to work mine. (I recommend watching these videos at home; it is embarrassing in front of pool staff.)

If you live in Lower Manhattan, this place is hard to beat for accessibility and size, though it’s clearly a mirror of its environs (read: congested, adrenalized, Manhattan-y). The pool and adjoining concrete deck are big, but they’re constantly packed and mildly stressful: a cacophony of blood-curdling screams, frantic parents and overzealous lifeguards blowing on shrill little whistles. That said, I reside in the neighborhood and thus register all these things as background fuzz, so will probably be paddling in Hamilton Fish’s twinkling cerulean water all summer.

Tony Dapolito Recreation Center, West Village 1 Clarkson St, New York BEST FOR: Lapping up NY heritage. AVOID: If claustrophobic.

All NYC Pools dictate you shower before swimming or sunbaking, but there was a sobering, penitentiary quality to the way a guard at the entrance insisted, grimacing, that I return to the changing rooms and “come back dripping.” Once outside, the mayhem was on par with Hamilton Fish — think 20 simultaneous swimming lessons, plus hoards of teenagers yell-flirting — in a pool about a third of the size, with just enough room to scissor-kick.

But this place, steeped in history, is not without charm: It’s galvanizing to stare upward from the bracing cold of an urban pool and see skyscrapers, to emerge for breath, hear the thumping chorus of horns and plunge defiantly back into the blue. On scorching afternoons it’s extra packed, and you might line up out front for more than half an hour. It’s worth it, if only to see Keith Haring’s ’87 mural lining one wall and some of New York’s last remaining diving boards.

McCarren Park Pool, Brooklyn 776 Lorimer St, Brooklyn BEST FOR: People watching. AVOID: Getting there after 1 p.m.

Get here right on opening, before it’s too busy, and you’ll find the vibe to be “chill.” There’s an enormous concrete expanse to lounge on (though not much shade), a section of pool cordoned off for casual laps, and an adjoining court dotted with lithe bodies contorting as they dive for a beat-up volleyball. Other seemingly mundane features you’ll be glad of include a large clock fixed to the New Deal-era brick archway (remember, phones aren’t permitted outdoors) and a drinking fountain in the back left corner. At rec center pools, you are transformed into a simpler, sweeter person: one nourished by boring information, like the time of day, and boring drinks, like water.

One of the most appealing facets of McCarren park was that I could read my book (rampant methamphetamine use in the Third Reich: Ask me anything!) in almost-peace, without being splashed. When I left, it was getting busier, but still felt like a slice of sublime — I was so happy at this pool that I remained unoffended by three different swimsuits emblazoned with “BAE.”

Lyons Pool, Staten Island 20 Victory Boulevard BEST FOR: Parking spaces — there’s plenty. AVOID: If you like your pools shiny.

Close to Tompkinsville station and the ferry, Staten Island’s largest public pool is a little run down, but for those in want of a less-populated, sanguine environment — equipped with a rare diving pool, wading pool and picnic tables out back — this Olympic-sized venue is a real gem.

Like others, its construction harks back to Depression-era NYC, and there’s still romance in the signature brick entrance arches and soaring smokestack, all perched upon 2.5 acres of waterfront. There’s little to dislike here — the decks are wide and seldom crowded; the locker rooms are spacious. (A quick aside: On leaving the latter, I was pleased to find an enterprising business card tactically abandoned on a wooden seat, printed with the heading: CASH FOR PHONES.)

Astoria Pool, Queens 19th Street and 23rd Drive BEST FOR: Views. AVOID: Nothing. This is the supreme pool.

My god. This is…a real one. At near-55,000 square feet, Astoria Pool is by far the biggest in the city. It’s belted by parkland, with postcard views of Triborough Bridge. As with Hamilton Fish, it opened in 1936 — as part of then-Parks Commissioner Robert Moses’ campaign to boost morale and jump-start employment — but the Queens location makes for a visit that’s calmer and more suburban than its LES sibling. It’s attractive. There are lashings of art deco detailing, from the bathing pavilion to the now-dated glass bricks adorning the entryway. The two fountains at the pool’s east end currently spurt water (25 feet high, according to some cursory Googling), but they were formerly Olympic torches, burning through the ‘36 and ‘64 events. There is a sprawling paved area for sunbaking, as well as shadier bits and permanent lanes for laps. And most importantly, there is a little take-away spot — Surf Cafe — where you can buy fries and chicken wings.

I arrived here at 3 p.m., when the pool was closed for cleaning, and stretched out solo in the adjoining park until its gates re-opened at 4. One thing I noticed, when observing the water from above, was how it glistened with wriggly white lines — just like it does in the backyards of the wealthy. When I squinted, the entire scene resembled a Hockney still life: bright orange lifeguard chairs beside a mass of glittering blue.

Denny Farrell Riverbank State Park Pool, Hamilton Heights 679 Riverside Drive BEST FOR: Backyard vibes. AVOID: If you actually want to swim outside.

Finding where to swim in this labyrinthine 28-acre rec facility can be tricky for first-timers. En route, you’ll pass families lazing around balloon-strewn picnic tables, Cardi B blasting from oversized speakers, a skating rink, a bar/restaurant and a giant running track. Technically, the whole place is run by the state, not the city, the main implications for water-lovers being different hours and $2 adult entry. (A plus is that if you’ve forgotten the requisite lock, they’ll sell you one out front for a dollar.)

Riverbank’s indoor pool is a full 50m, but in the sunshine, the offering is more modest. This is a spot made for splashing, not “serious” swimming — imagine a glorified backyard pool party with a bunch of people you don’t know. Visitors seemed to have smuggled in cell phones and alcohol covertly; music played on small speakers. Kids in boardshorts cannonballed towards the water, their bodies curled into fleshy spheroids, while older ladies in apricot shower caps edged away, kicking. On the soft grass — there was no concrete here — girls in thong bikinis the color of their skin took selfies. The pool and deck capacity is listed at 589, but there seemed to be around 80 when I visited, a more appealing number.

Jackie Robinson Park and Outdoor Pool, Harlem BEST FOR: Grown-ups who are kids. AVOID: If averse to poolside splashing.

“A pool is water,” Didion once wrote, “made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye.” But in this big blue mosaic come man-made Harlem lagoon, water doesn’t remain controlled or pristine for long. Its serene surface is broken by brave young jumpers and cries of MARCO POLO, by self-appointed teachers guiding less confident swimmers by the hands, by dignified old-timers circling ad infinitum, watching life play out before them. The adjoining mini waterpark encourages a sense of lawlessness, too: Bendy red beams, faux palm trees and a giant metal frog spurt water defiantly from all sides.

This is a good pool for floating and swimming, less so for soaking up rays on land — you can lay on a couple of concrete steps or slim bands of path beside the pool, but otherwise there’s nowhere to go. If you’re uptown, it’s still worth stopping by for the medieval entrance, its Roman arched windows remindful of The Met Cloisters, and for the history of the place; it’s named after the first African American to play major league baseball, and the corridors are bedecked with tributes to Black sporting icons.

Sol Goldman Recreation Center Pool, Red Hook 155 Bay St, Brooklyn BEST FOR: Spreading limbs. AVOID: If you’re precious about private changing rooms (though few public pools have those).

I got here right on opening, mid-week at 11 a.m., to find swarms of Park Slope Day Campers, all approximately five years old, ricocheting like tennis balls, their faces smeared in sunblock. I felt, in comparison, about a century old, sort of creepy and socially awkward, and retreated to the nearby park for a good 20 minutes until they’d all gone in. On the grass, I observed a middle-aged man running laps while clutching a metal detector, and watched Love Island spoilers on my phone.

Back to the pool. Sol’s locker rooms are in desperate need of a facelift — think a repurposed indoor basketball court with peeling paint and nowhere, bar a couple of toilets nearby, to seek cover if shy when stripping. But outside it’s unbeatable. The bleachers are colorful. The water is icy and clean. The pool is leviathan. It’s so big, in fact, that I spent most of my stay floating aimlessly, eyes closed and limbs fully outstretched, without touching another living soul.

Laura Bannister is a writer living in New York. She is the editor of Museum magazine.

Illustrations by Joanne Ho.

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NEW YORK — The Joyce Theater is an art deco neon landmark in the heart of Chelsea, long one of New York’s gay enclaves. Formerly a movie house (it opened in 1941), the Joyce was reborn as a dance theater in 1982, shortly after death moved into the neighborhood in the form of AIDS. In the years that followed, the Joyce presented both performances and memorials for artists lost to the disease.

Brian Fisher had just moved to the city to attend New York University when the Joyce became a dance theater.

One of his first dance gigs out of college was there. And it was just around the corner that he had a commitment ceremony with the man who would become his husband. The streets around the Joyce were “where we went out, where we started losing people,” he said in a recent phone interview.

Fisher, who now lives in San Francisco, returns to the Joyce this week to perform in “The Missing Generation,” a 2015 documentary dance work by Bay Area choreographer Sean Dorsey. Since its premiere, the work — based on oral histories gathered by Dorsey from LGBT people who lived through the epidemic and whom he calls survivors — has toured more than 20 U.S. cities. This engagement, though, will be its first in New York.

For Fisher, dancing in this show at the Joyce is a source both of pride and pain — an achievement for Sean Dorsey Dance but also a personal reckoning with the past. “I don’t know what it’s going to feel like going back,” he said. “I’m a little nervous about it.”

Performances of “The Missing Generation” coincide with New York’s citywide celebration of Pride Week. For the first time, the Joyce Theater is an official partner of NYC Pride, for which it is also presenting its first formal LGBT program, featuring Dorsey’s company and Madboots, a young, all-male queer company from New York. (The two groups, both making their Joyce debuts, will alternate performances, Tuesday through Saturday.)

Although the Joyce has long presented gay choreographers, the Pride program came about because of a confluence of the right companies being available at the right time, said Martin Wechsler, the former programming director for the Joyce, who is responsible for the Pride shows. “Each June, I would look up and down Eighth Avenue and see rainbow flags in every storefront,” Wechsler said, adding that he thought the Joyce, given its history and location, should join the celebration. Along with its thematic program, a rainbow balloon arch will frame the theater during the Pride parade.

“The Missing Generation” is the third part of a queer history trilogy by Dorsey, who has also explored the diaries of transgender people and looked at how gay people found romance in the first half of the 20th century. At first, Dorsey thought “The Missing Generation” would focus on those lost to AIDS, but after he started conducting interviews, he realized there was another story to tell. “I got that what I was actually being called to do was to show up for survivors,” he said.

Dorsey, 45, also set out to expand the scope of the typical AIDS narrative, with its focus on gay men. “It was profoundly important for me as a transgender person that I document and share trans and gender-nonconforming experiences and life stories from the early epidemic,” he said. Dorsey scoured historical documents and interviewed activists in San Francisco, New York, Washington and Atlanta; he said he stopped counting after logging 500 hours of research.

Then came the task of translating that trove of material into a cohesive piece of dance theater. Other contemporary choreographers might have taken a more abstract or academic approach to the subject, but clarity is essential to Dorsey. “It’s really important to me that my work exists for a reason and that it is deeply relatable,” he said.

Although he admitted that he was “terrified about how to proceed,” he started by identifying motifs from the interviews and setting them to movement that evoked corresponding moods, like using exuberant athletic phrases to illustrate the validation of pre-AIDS sexual freedom, or conveying the pain of losing a lover through intimate duets. “The movement vocabulary of the show takes performers and audiences on a journey from a very quiet, tender internal self-reflective experience to the experience of strength,” he said.

After editing down the hours and hours of interviews, Dorsey brought recordings into the studio for his dancers to learn monologues, which they deliver during the show. That took time, too, Fisher said, because “we couldn’t get through it without crying.”

The show has also had that effect on audience members, like Ken Kohlberger, who lost many friends to AIDS. As the artistic director of the Young Auditorium Theater at the University of Wisconsin, Whitewater, Kohlberger presented “The Missing Generation” in 2015. He said that hundreds of students in the small, mostly conservative college town attended the performance and stayed for a post-show conversation, where he observed that they “didn’t know anything about the AIDS generation.”

Bringing this kind of awareness to social issues through dance has long been Dorsey’s artistic aim, although he initially didn’t think they were compatible. He danced while growing up in Vancouver, British Columbia, but assumed, he said, that activism and art were not related.

So he put away dance to pursue degrees in women’s studies and political science at the University of British Columbia. While in graduate school for social and economic development, he returned to dance and found he could use it to give visibility to transgender performers and issues. “Oh, this is how I can forge change in the world,” he recalled realizing.

In 2002, Dorsey founded the Fresh Meat Festival in the Bay Area to showcase transgender and queer artists across genres, and is a vocal advocate for transgender representation in dance. The dance field, Dorsey said, has “yet to see, let alone address, the many barriers that are preventing my people from participation, let alone leadership.”

But Dorsey is nudging presenters in a more inclusive direction through conversations and contractual commitments. “We have left a swath of all-gender restrooms in theaters across the country as we’ve toured,” he said.

That includes the Joyce, which recently made one of its patron restrooms all-gender and is in the process of making its backstage dressing rooms all-gender in time for these performances. The change came after theater administrators heard Dorsey speak about the issue at a Dance/USA conference. “It raised our awareness and sensitivity,” Wechsler said. “It encouraged us to look at how we could serve our transgender artists and transgender audiences better.”

This article originally appeared in The New York Times.

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America’s Top Thanksgiving Getaways With Unforgettable Celebrations

If you’re itching to fit in one last fall vacation—or searching for a place that’s big enough to host your entire extended family—consider renting a vacation home and enjoying a change of scenery this Thanksgiving.

Top Thanksgiving Getaways Across America

With Thanksgiving right around the corner, you’re probably already thinking about digging out your fine china and frantically tidying your home for guests. To save yourself the stress, why not plan a Thanksgiving getaway that’ll allow you to truly enjoy one of the longest holiday weekends of the year? For some inspiration, we’ve spotlighted seven of the most festive Thanksgiving destinations that host a cornucopia of events everyone will love. We know, NYC’s parade is the crowned jewel of Turkey Day events—which is why we didn’t need to include it in our list! Instead, we’re suggesting some other top celebrations across the country you may not have considered.

Book a vacation rental for your Thanksgiving getaway, and you won’t have to miss out on any of your Thanksgiving traditions while you’re away. In fact, you might even be inspired to start a few new ones! Prepare a home-cooked meal in your gourmet kitchen, unwind as a family by the outdoor fire pit, or challenge each other to a game of billiards. From sprawling rural retreats to stylish city apartments, there’s plenty to choose from on FlipKey.

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St. Louis, Missouri

Grab your family and inch to the front of the crowd at St. Louis’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. With musical floats, giant helium balloon figures, antique cars, and more, the event is a must-see in November. Even Santa Claus comes to spread some holiday cheer! In addition to its Thanksgiving events lineup, the rapidly growing city offers lots to do. Admire the view from the top of the iconic Gateway Arch, tour the Anheuser Busch factory, or stroll through Forest Park. At the end of the day, unwind in your vacation home, enjoying amenities like a private sauna and multiple family rooms.

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Plymouth, Massachusetts

Thanksgiving is a weekend-long affair in Plymouth, a town best known as the famous landing site of the Mayflower. This charming New England destination is home to America’s Hometown Thanksgiving Parade—the only historically accurate chronological parade—which breathes life into authentic Americana. Rent a cozy Cape-style home or find a place with panoramic harbor views for an idyllic Thanksgiving getaway. No matter where you stay in Plymouth, you’ll never be far from the festivities!

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Fountain Hills, Arizona

For more than 30 years, Fountain Hills has been hosting its annual Thanksgiving Day Parade—referred to locally as the Parada de Los Cerros (Parade of the Hills). As one of the only places in Arizona with an official parade to celebrate the holiday, it tops most lists of Thanksgiving getaways in the Southwest. Another perk of spending Thanksgiving in the desert is the option to dine al fresco on your private patio. With warm temperatures year-round, book a spacious Fountain Hills vacation home to enjoy the upcoming holiday poolside.

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Charlotte, North Carolina

Every November Charlotte buzzes with energy in anticipation of its 70-year-strong Thanksgiving Day Parade. Arrive early to snag a prime spot on the sidewalk before the floats start their colorful crawl down the streets. Prefer to sleep in? No problem! The event is televised locally, so you can watch without having to leave the couch at your Charlotte rental. Other must-see Charlotte attractions during your Thanksgiving getaway include the NASCAR Hall of Fame and Freedom Park.

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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

For travelers with the urge to immerse themselves in American history, look no further than Philadelphia. It’s one of the most celebrated cities in America and its storied past is palpable. Translation: it’s the perfect place for Thanksgiving getaways that blend education with fun. Tour the Philadelphia Museum of Art, step inside Independence Hall (where the Declaration of Independence was signed), or relax in your turn-of-the-century row house rental. Just make sure you keep Thanksgiving morning clear for the Philadelphia Thanksgiving Day Parade, the oldest of its kind in America.

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Silver Spring, Maryland

All of Montgomery County buzzes with anticipation every November for the annual Thanksgiving Day Parade, held in downtown Silver Spring. The spirited celebration takes place the Saturday before Thanksgiving and heralds the start of the holiday season. Don’t fret if you’re not in town by then—the event is rerun on television, so you can watch it in the comfort of your Silver Spring vacation home. At just 20 minutes from Washington, DC, it’s an ideal spot for travelers who want access to downtown, without the big city price tag.

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Detroit, Michigan

Don your Thanksgiving-themed costume and kick off your day with the annual Turkey Trot, a road race through downtown Detroit. Often called “the parade before the parade,” the family-friendly event bursts with cheer and is the perfect way to make that second slice of pie less guilt-inducing. Cross the finish line then head to America’s Thanksgiving Day parade, a decades old tradition in Detroit. After an action-packed day, retreat to your spacious Detroit rental for your Thanksgiving meal (and a well-earned nap!).

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America’s Top Thanksgiving Getaways With Unforgettable Celebrations

Top Thanksgiving Getaways Across America

Whether you’re traveling solo, as a couple, or with your entire family in tow, here are seven Thanksgiving getaways where you can make the most of your holiday weekend.

St. Louis, Missouri

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Plymouth, Massachusetts

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Fountain Hills, Arizona

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Charlotte, North Carolina

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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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Silver Spring, Maryland

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Detroit, Michigan

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America’s Top Thanksgiving Getaways With Unforgettable Celebrations

Top Thanksgiving Getaways Across America

Whether you’re traveling solo, as a couple, or with your entire family in tow, here are seven Thanksgiving getaways where you can make the most of your holiday weekend.

St. Louis, Missouri

Parade Details: Ameren Thanksgiving Day Parade

See all St. Louis rentals on FlipKey!

Plymouth, Massachusetts

Parade Details: America’s Hometown Thanksgiving Celebration

See all Plymouth rentals on FlipKey!

Fountain Hills, Arizona

Parade Details: Parade of the Hills

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Charlotte, North Carolina

Parade Details: Novant Health Thanksgiving Day Parade

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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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Silver Spring, Maryland

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Detroit, Michigan

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