Tailwinds and Tall Tales
Budapest, Day Two: Smitten, Surprised, and Slightly Over-Caffeinated
Let me just start by saying it: I am completely smitten with Budapest. I’m sure...
Budapest: Back on the Road (Again)
It’s been a minute since my last journal entry. In my defense, we were home...
Aging Gracefully… Requires a Deposit
They call these the sandwich years - when you've finally finished raising your children only...
Dry Tortugas, Wet Weather, and the Art of Adjusting Expectations
Key West, you oddball paradise. Two miles by four miles of chaos, conch fritters, and...
Variety, Vegetables, and the Vanity of Midlife Wellness
I’m middle-aged, which means my social media feed has become one long commercial break for...
Holding My Line at the Edge of Crater Lake
We finally reached the part of the trip that had sold us from the start—Crater...
Riding into Bend with the Eye of the Tiger
By Day Three, the Backroads crew had logged some serious miles. Let’s just say there...
Spandex, Baby Alpacas, Headwinds, and oh a little fire.
Every Backroads trip begins the same way: standing in a hotel lobby scanning the crowd...
