Back in 1881, wealthy Northerners decided to buy some lakefront land here and change the area's name from Osceola - after the chief of the state's Seminole Indians - to Winter Park to make the area more appealing to vacationers. Little would they know that a century later nearby Orlando would grab the attention of most of those vacationers as the theme-park capital of the world.
Downtown Salt Lake City is livelier than it used to be. City Creek Center, a 23-acre mall-and-housing redevelopment project (retractable roof, trout pond, completed in 2013) is a big part of that, as is the Greenbike sharing program, also begun in 2013. A loosening of liquor laws hasn't hurt, either. As I found on a three-night visit in November with my wife and daughter, there are at least seven craft breweries downtown. Granted, this might not be enough to deter you from that snowboarding/skiing vacation up the hill in Park City. But after the slopes, you could allow yourself a downtown overnight and a few hours of playtime - and you might be pleasantly surprised. The tab: $417 (excluding taxes and fees) for three nights at the Hilton Salt Lake City Center; $61 for light dinners at Squatters Pub; $9.95 per adult for admission to the Leonardo museum. Round-trip airfare from Los Angeles International Airport about $188, including taxes and fees.
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When you walk down the street in the center of Napier, a coastal town in New Zealand's Hawke's Bay, a wine-producing region, you nearly expect to spot Greta Garbo, in full flapper regalia, crossing the street. The town, a perfectly preserved Art Deco masterpiece, would make a fine set for one of her films.
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A lone coyote darts through a snowy meadow, disappearing into the mist enshrouding a grove of cedars. Icicles sparkle from the mossy trunks of massive pine trees. Snow drifts and waterfalls tumble down the faces of majestic granite monoliths.
The buffalo isn't happy. She is eyeing me warily from perhaps a dozen feet away, with only a rickety wooden and wire fence separating the two of us. She's shaggy but gorgeous, this iconic symbol of the Great Plains, and as I raise my camera to snap a photo, her eyes lock with mine. Suddenly miffed by my intrusion, or maybe my red sweater, she takes a couple of steps backward, snorts mightily, and then charges full speed ahead, with only the fence stopping her from chasing me down.