Max Johnson is founder of the Great Canadian Travel Company (www.greatcanadiantravel.com), which specializes in unusual trips. He recently developed a trip offered year-round to Suriname and French Guiana, on the north coast of South America. Johnson, 58, lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba.
As fall begins, the light is as golden as the prairie. The sky is big and blue. This year, with lots of rain, the hills of ponderosa pines undulate in a deep, thick green carpet so solid that the hills really do look black.
The Methow Valley town of Winthrop, Wash., has long been known for its Old West theme, with false-front stores and wooden sidewalks, the perfect place to practice your bowlegged walk and wear that Stetson you always fancied.
Christmas, anyone? Book a holiday-themed trip aboard the Grand Canyon Railway's Polar Express. Tickets are on sale now for evening or overnight excursions, running Nov. 7 through Jan. 3, out of Williams, Ariz., to a destination dressed like the North Pole. Williams is about 30 miles west of Flagstaff along Interstate 40
St. Paul, the oldest street in one of North America's oldest cities, runs through the heart of Old Montreal. It's barely a mile long, but its first cobblestones predated American democracy, and its restaurants, shops and galleries are tucked into some great old buildings.
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The air is hot and sultry, weighted with smoke and sea salt and the heady balm of pig fat. It's not exactly soup weather. It's the rainy season, July, when I'm in Zihuatanejo, which doesn't translate to any actual rain but rather a steamy, lazy heaviness that's boxed in by an unrelenting sun, with the Pacific Ocean in front and the Sierra Madre del Sur behind.
Wending our way to the Old Chatham Sheepherding Company, we cross a creek, meander down a country road, then come to a farm with red barns, split-rail fences and flocks of sheep grazing in the green pastures.
Picture the Blue Ridge Parkway as a crooked spine running through the Appalachian Mountains. Government stewardship of public lands is splashed across the map in confusing variety - a national park at either end, national forests, historic sites, monuments and state parks along its 469 miles.
Attention, California fourth-graders. If you want to make a model of a handsome, historic California building that was built for a simple purpose and produced entirely positive results, consider a lighthouse.
Most of us spend nearly the whole day with some sort of technology - in front of a computer, an app on our cell phones, watching the TV to unwind - and that might be why our minds and bodies crave time outdoors so badly that we find ourselves edgy, depressed, agitated. Just in general out of sorts. When you feel nature calling, answer it.
A quickening breeze off the Adriatic brings a spray of rain sweeping across the city's grand plaza, empty on this late July morning. A two-hour train ride away, the smaller Saint Mark's Square in Venice is filled with U.S. tourists, but I hear no American accents here, mostly the harsh Triestino dialect, a blend of Italian, Slovenian and German.
Anyone who goes looking into California mission stories that were written decades ago is likely to come upon some language that's jarring, if not downright offensive, words such as "savage," referring to Native Americans.