Icebergs and Vikings on the Great Northern Peninsula

While our explorations may not require nearly the mettle of a bunch of bearded, red-headed, horned-helmet-wearing brutes setting out across The North Sea in an open boat; navigating a house on wheels over barren, weather beaten roads up to the very top of Newfoundland’s Great Northern Peninsula did require a certain measure of… CONTINUE READING >> 

While our explorations may not require nearly the mettle of a bunch of bearded, red-headed, horned-helmet-wearing brutes setting out across The North Sea in an open boat; navigating a house on wheels over barren, weather beaten roads up to the very top of Newfoundland’s Great Northern Peninsula did require a certain measure of… CONTINUE READING >> 

We Loved This Place – and That’s No Istanbul!

Join us in a tale of Sultans and Emperors, of grandeur, conquest and really big ideas.

Istanbul surprised us at every turn – the colors, the vibrancy, the sheer newness of it all. We sat on pillows, had a REAL feast, learned to haggle at the Grand Bazaar and finally found out what Turkish Delight is!

Follow along on our adventure of slack-jawed awe… CONTINUE READING >>

Join us in a tale of Sultans and Emperors, of grandeur, conquest and really big ideas.

Istanbul surprised us at every turn – the colors, the vibrancy, the sheer newness of it all. We sat on pillows, had a REAL feast, learned to haggle at the Grand Bazaar and finally found out what Turkish Delight is!

Follow along on our adventure of slack-jawed awe… CONTINUE READING >>

Fear Conquering & a Biker Bar Called Poopy’s

Not a frequenter of biker joints, I don’t have a motorcycle license and renting scooters probably doesn’t count… who am I kidding, I’d never actually been to a biker bar.

So I didn’t know what to expect and, certainly not out of a place with a name like Poopy’s, other than a sense of humor. And… CONTINUE READING >> 

Not a frequenter of biker joints, I don’t have a motorcycle license and renting scooters probably doesn’t count… who am I kidding, I’d never actually been to a biker bar.

So I didn’t know what to expect and, certainly not out of a place with a name like Poopy’s, other than a sense of humor. And… CONTINUE READING >> 

A Tale of Two Cities… Uh, Counties… No, States

Check this out: we’re on the border of Tennessee and Georgia. We find a community that is split down the middle with a blue line painted through the town.

It gets weirder (YAY!) — the blue line goes straight through buildings. Shops, a church, even a bar.

But wait, it gets weirder yet. The bar is also in two counties. And one of them is dry… CONTINUE READING >> 


Check this out: we’re on the border of Tennessee and Georgia. We find a community that is split down the middle with a blue line painted through the town.

It gets weirder (YAY!) — the blue line goes straight through buildings. Shops, a church, even a bar.

But wait, it gets weirder yet. The bar is also in two counties. And one of them is dry… CONTINUE READING >> 


The Great Northern Bar, Whitefish, Montana

After a short drive out from Paris, we bypassed the waiting crowds and walked right in.

Folks in Whitefish have been satisfying their hungers and thirsts at The Great Northern Bar for nearly one hundred years, and we certainly weren’t looking to break with tradition…. CONTINUE READING >> 

After a short drive out from Paris, we bypassed the waiting crowds and walked right in.

Folks in Whitefish have been satisfying their hungers and thirsts at The Great Northern Bar for nearly one hundred years, and we certainly weren’t looking to break with tradition…. CONTINUE READING >> 

Finding Germany in the Mountains of Georgia

The unexpected surprises that lurk around the next corner are one of the things that can make travel so interesting.

Boy, did we get one of those in the mountains of northern Georgia when we came upon the old fashioned Bavarian village of Helen. Tucked into a valley on the banks of The Chattahoochee River, we suddenly found ourselves driving through an anachronism of epic proportions. Every building, down to the gas station… CONTINUE READING >> 

The unexpected surprises that lurk around the next corner are one of the things that can make travel so interesting.

Boy, did we get one of those in the mountains of northern Georgia when we came upon the old fashioned Bavarian village of Helen. Tucked into a valley on the banks of The Chattahoochee River, we suddenly found ourselves driving through an anachronism of epic proportions. Every building, down to the gas station… CONTINUE READING >> 

A Quick Trip to (and Overeating in) Colonia, Uruguay

Like most travelers, we enjoy putting another notch on our suitcase handle by adding to our list of visited countries.

We found this remarkably easy to do while in Buenos Aires, just hop on a ferry across the river to Uruguay. The delightful town of Colonia del Sacramento lies on the other side of the Río de la Plata, so after a forty-five minute ride on the Buquebus, we were adding a stamp to our… CONTINUE READING >> 

Like most travelers, we enjoy putting another notch on our suitcase handle by adding to our list of visited countries.

We found this remarkably easy to do while in Buenos Aires, just hop on a ferry across the river to Uruguay. The delightful town of Colonia del Sacramento lies on the other side of the Río de la Plata, so after a forty-five minute ride on the Buquebus, we were adding a stamp to our… CONTINUE READING >>