Deer Valley Petroglyph Preserve
Engraved on the black basalt stones a person can find deer (some of them butting heads), a spiral (could it represent the sun?), and what appears to be snakes and lizards (or are they maps of a river?).
Engraved on the black basalt stones a person can find deer (some of them butting heads), a spiral (could it represent the sun?), and what appears to be snakes and lizards (or are they maps of a river?).
It was rather plain on the outside, plain brown and not at all what I had expected. Our eyes had to adjust to the dimly-lit room as we crossed the threshold of the small doorway and down two steps onto the original tiled floor.
Imagine staying in a hotel built for a king, or sleeping where Prince Rainier III of Monaco and his princess Grace Kelly honeymooned. Picture a hotel in a time so regal that celebrities were refused accommodation, considered to be “not the type” for the Ritz.
Ridgway is a terrific place to spend a day in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado, and one doesn’t have to be an expert climber to do so. Surrounded by the Cimarron and Sneffels mountain ranges, the views will awe as much as the clean, fresh air, but there is so much more to do here than climb mountains!
If you can escape the pull of the colorful tourist markets and the lure of overindulging in “free” alcoholic refreshments at your all-inclusive resort, then head into the town Centro and find the oasis of El Parque de las Palapas.
Meerkat troops scurrying around, so close I could almost touch them. Enjoying a steaming cup of coffee on the step while monkeys entertained us with their antics. Watching the sun gently kiss the resort like a Prince Charming his Sleeping Beauty. When the sun set later in the day, you could hear lions roaring their superiority as king of beasts from ranches up to five miles away.
Its ‘floating’ dome is a surviving architectural wonder, a miracle of construction, a testament to the knowledge and imagination of 6th century builders. Resting on triangular pendentives above four arches, and circled completely by windows, it appears as if suspended from heaven.
There is no shortage of island destinations off the coast of Vancouver, British Columbia, but Galiano Island is the perfect choice for an escape from the city. First, the location can’t be beat. By the time you have enjoyed your bacon and eggs (or granola and whole wheat bagel, if you prefer) and drained your second cup of coffee, the ferry will be docking at Sturdies Bay. Second, no matter what you enjoy doing there is something for everyone on Galiano.
We arrived by train on a beautiful autumn afternoon, chugging into Monterosso al Mare, the first of the five villages, and with a population of about 1,000, the largest. Dragging our suitcases down the narrow street the two blocks to the lovely Hotel Palme we were reminded once again that when traveling in Europe you really have to pack lighter!
Waking up slowly with the sunrise on the deck of a small gulet anchored in a quiet, ancient bay of the Aegean Sea. “Günaydın,” says a smiling sun-scorched sailor as he hands me a glass of Turkish tea. Its precisely brewed golden-auburn hue shimmers in the early morning light. A few others begin to stir as someone at the stern jumps into the clear turquoise waters. A seagull squawks overhead, gliding into the sun, which has just peeked its glow over the tops of indigenous olive trees rooted along the Lycian shores. Time for a morning swim myself.