There is a place where the pavement ends… where civilization and the impact of humanity falls away, where nature finally begins…
Fall foliage leaf-peeping journey to Mohonk Mountain House.
The first installment about our trip North to Mohonk Mountain House.
I imagine many of you were directed here by my blog about the drive home from Myrtle Beach this summer. As you read there, our typical process for a back roads trip was flipped on its head – instead of driving us home, I rode shotgun. This allowed me to take an inordinate number of… Continue reading Riding Shotgun: the Trip from Myrtle