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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Learning to Scuba Dive in San Pedro, Ambergris Caye, Belize
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I just discovered that the article I wrote about getting Scuba certified in Belize for V!VA List Latin America is online! It makes me feel pleasantly nostalgic since Belize was the first vacation Jeff and I took together:
Eddie, our instructor, left us in a small wooden room on a pier over the Caribbean Sea. Following a snack of freshly cut coconut on a picnic bench outside, the sun had started to sneak past the clouds after a hazy, rainy morning. We wanted to soak it up, but it was time to watch a video about water safety. Jeff and I didn’t fly four hours from New York City to fail our Scuba certification…
(To read the rest, click here now.)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Girls’ Getaway Weekend: Jackson Hole, Wyoming (Part Three)
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by Josey Miller
Read the first part here.
Read the second part here.
“Yoo hoo!” Grant, the owner of Jackson Hole Outfitters, shouted to Elizabeth, who wanted to use the “last modern comfort” (as Grant put it) of a ladies room before we headed out. Once we’d all applied our SPF 30+ and bug spray—and once Rita and I had adjusted… and readjusted… our cowgirl braids (Rita’s looked legit; mine looked more like Pippi Longstocking)—we climbed into the steel blue pick-up truck. As our very own personal cowboy, Dale, drove us deep into the Bridger-Teton National Forest for a full-day horseback-riding expedition, he hummed along with rodeo-star-turned-country-singer Chris LeDoux. Like LeDoux, Dale wasn’t born or raised in Wyoming, but he still calls it home. Can you blame him?
Dale saddled up our horses, then made the introductions: Josey, meet Twist…
Rita, meet Pedro…
Of course, Lizard, meet Lizard… and we were ready to hit the trail:
We rode up mountains…
…by Alpine forests…
…over creeks (“cricks,” as Dale would say)…
…and through breathtaking flowered fields of gold…
…stopping only for a quick cold-cut buffet lunch (not to mention the mini chocolate bars—way to know your audience, Dale!)…
…and, of course, for the occasional (okay, not-so-occasional) Kodak moment:
But, as tempted as we were to throw on some PJs and watch Pretty Woman, our day didn’t end there.
(To be continued.)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Girls’ Getaway Weekend: Jackson Hole, Wyoming (Part Two)
by Josey Miller
Grub! The first stop on our Jackson Hole, Wyoming girls’ getaway was the outdoor seating area at Shades Café for some delicious veggie burritos and dish about Elizabeth’s latest architecture adventures and Rita’s house hunt.boygirl Blend,” naturally—and headed to the liquor store next door for a bottle of my favorite white, Silverado Sauvignon Blanc. (Living in San Francisco, she’d come armed with a bottle of Rosé.) Finally we were ready to hit the road to Star Valley Ranch, about an hour south of the city, where we’d rented a shockingly spacious house.
We were greeted with a note on the door. It started, “Hi, I’m Evan and I’m the house care taker. The keys are in the Weber Grill.” (Uh, you might as well just put them in the doorknob, Evan.)
Read the first part here.
Grub! The first stop on our Jackson Hole, Wyoming girls’ getaway was the outdoor seating area at Shades Café for some delicious veggie burritos and dish about Elizabeth’s latest architecture adventures and Rita’s house hunt.
Next, we were off to Alberton’s supermarket. I, for one, was ecstatic to have a barbecue for the weekend: what a luxury to a Manhattanite like myself. We zipped through the aisles at tourist speed to buy the ingredients for the recipes we’d chosen to cook on two of our three nights:
grilled zucchini with olives and fresh mint, Big Daddy’s California turkey burgers, honey-ginger salmon (we used chicken instead of fish) and some seasonal favorites like watermelon and sweet corn. Rita and I chose some freshly ground coffee to share—”CowWe were greeted with a note on the door. It started, “Hi, I’m Evan and I’m the house care taker. The keys are in the Weber Grill.” (Uh, you might as well just put them in the doorknob, Evan.)
And, with that level of high security, we felt small-town initiated. We settled into our respective rooms and whipped up our supper. The bugle would sound early the next morning (on vacation standards anyhow), and we needed our rest.
