I haven’t felt this inadequate since freshman year gym class. Yellowstone is a nature photographer’s wet dream.
“Maybe we should turn back,” suggests my wife, “see if there is a hotel or something somewhere else.” However, I’m too tired to admit defeat.
We bypass the lot and hang out of the car window, wildly clicking the shutter gangsta style as we do a drive by shooting of the four presidents.
I’ll spare the details about what happens next, but it involves me defiling a national treasure. If there is a hell, I’m sure this will not bode well for me in the end.
“I can’t have another DUI,” she protests as she chomps down her beer-battered olives and slithers off of her bar stool.
It was only for two weeks, but it felt like a guilty luxury, despite other places in the world where three weeks or more was standard—a fact that I was reminded of by the glut of Europeans at most of our stops.
Southern California’s two most impressive wine countries, Temecula and Julian, filled with fun people, all looking to have a blast as they sip, swirl and nosh their way through the vineyards.
The yodeling vagabonds hit Zion National Park for hiking and biking.
Brian Liebold and his cousin go yodeling and biking through Yellowstone in true vagabond style
Written by Jessica Langlands Although road trips may have originated in America, the rest of the world has quickly caught on. Now with car hire companies offering their services in thousands of locations worldwide no destination is unreachable. You quite literally have the world at your fingertips! Whilst the thought of driving for hours on end along…