Beach vacations, done right, have a magical way of getting you to eat, drink and do things you'd normally steer clear of on a regular weekday. Take roller coasters. I hadn't been on one in years, ever since a wild ride on the Phantom's Revenge at a Kennywood school picnic left me dizzy for weeks.
This small island - only 21 square miles in size and 650 miles off the coast of Cape Hatteras, N.C. - gave the world shorts (still used as part of the island uniform), onions (still used in island cuisine), and grass (still used on the island's ubiquitous golf courses).
Fossil-rich cliffs in Canada from 500 million years ago, sea caves used by Neanderthals, 99 artificial islands in the remote Pacific Ocean and 17 structures designed by the French-Swiss architect Le Corbusier are among 21 new sites inscribed on the World Heritage List.
Edison nestles into the watery-green Skagit County farmlands like a lazy bend in the slough. At 11 a.m. on a Friday, you could be the only person walking around the old-fashioned storefronts and tangled, art-filled gardens. But foodie journals and lifestyle blogs have been discovering Edison for years now: a tiny hamlet (it’s not officially a town) filled with more artists, artisans and chefs than you’d think possible, yet still keeping its offbeat, dusty-saddle charm.
Wearing a woven cedar headband that distinguished her from the other boots-and-backpack-clad hikers, Candace Campo guided a walk in Stanley Park in Vancouver, British Columbia, last fall, pointing out path-side huckleberries and blackberries. She stripped a soft piece of bark from a fraying cedar trunk to demonstrate how it can be used as fiber for clothing, and detailed how to extract vitamin C from western hemlock needles by steeping them in boiling water.
The dhow slowly makes its way south down Lake Tanganyika, the Mahale Mountains in the background. The captain keeps the boat moving extra slow, and his crew hands me sodas to combat my motion sickness. We are halfway through an adventure trip trough Tanzania — and I am focusing on the horizon to squelch the queasiness.
The Cessna Grand Caravan circled the dirt landing strip as I peeked out the window. Giraffes bound across the arid ground below. A herd of elephants picked up their pace as we came closer. As the bush plane touched down, it finally sank in — I was in East Africa.
Catching and stopping animal poaching is a top priority and passion project for Tom Lithgow and his partners at Bathawk Recon Limited. Based in Arusha, Tanzania, the partners saw a need for unmanned aerial vehicle surveillance that could get into Tanzania parks and stop ongoing illegal activities.
It’s a dark and stormy night, and I’m sitting in the most haunted house in Washington’s most haunted town. There’s no heat, and I feel the cold seeping up through my bones. Scattered around me in the empty darkness are 10 other people armed with electro-magnetic sensors, paranormal apps and dowsing rods. We’re all silent, alert for a signal from one of the house’s original occupants.
Whether it’s a weekend getaway to take in the views of the San Juan Islands, to experience the local culture or to take an alternative route north, Chuckanut Drive offers a unique detour off the freeway. Best of all, it is only a three-hour jaunt from Tacoma on the way to Bellingham or the Canadian border.