Weekend Getaways

The first time I drove Highway 1 through Big Sur on a June morning, I...

The first time I stayed at a truly romantic coastal hotel in California, I finally...

I’m pedaling beside my partner along Dry Creek Road in Healdsburg, warm September sun on...

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...