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I’m standing in downtown Paso Robles at 8:30 AM on a Saturday morning, adjusting the...
I’ll never forget the weekend my partner and I escaped LA traffic on a Friday...
I’m pedaling beside my partner along Dry Creek Road in Healdsburg, warm September sun on...
I’m sitting on the balcony of a cliffside room in Big Sur, watching fog roll...
There’s something magical about leaving responsibilities behind for a weekend and disappearing with your partner...
There’s something profoundly liberating about boarding a plane alone in your fifties, sixties, or beyond....
I’ll never forget the moment I decided to take my first solo trip at 42....
I spent my first night in San Francisco in a budget hotel near Union Square,...
California is deceptively easy to overlook as a travel destination. We live here. We drive...
I’ll never forget the moment I first drove into Paso Robles’ downtown square on a...