The kids are all wet at Lake Tahoe.

Lake Tahoe, Nevada, is a great getaway for everyone. Seriously, how fun does this look?

Let’s go with very.

(Photo by Lisa Romano)

I’ll let you in on a little secret – I love going to the races. Playin’ the ponies. Dropping the kids’ college fund on a Trifecta Box: 1,3, and 6 horses. Before having kids, we actually didn’t go very often, and since having kids, “very often” has been downgraded to “twice”. This is a Family Vacations blog, and one might think that it would be reckless and irresponsible for me to recommend taking the family to, say, a Gambling Establishment. But I gotta tell you, the next time you and the family are visiting San Diego during horse racing season, pack up the kids and take everyone to the track – the Del Mar Thoroughbred Club, as it turns out, is family-friendly, and is offering Camp Del Mar to parents as part of their summertime programming.

Lucas and friend, watching the action on the track.

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Along with the title of Editor comes great responsibility.  I don’t carry the burden lightly.  Actually, I can’t even lift it.  Sometimes I roll it around so it can get some fresh air, but most of the time it just sits on my desk and mocks me. Openly.

Stupid burden.

Which brings me to this, a real “Letters to the Editor” post! Just like in the movies about newspapers! Read More »

The 2009 Harley Street Glide that we rented, with the Grand Tetons in the background.

If you have yet to visit the Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming, I suggest that you hasten forthwith and plan a trip as soon as possible.  For it is within this park that you can witness a story like the following unfold before your very eyes.

My husband and I stayed for several days at Teton Village, which is just south of the boundary into the Grand Teton National Park. We rented a motorcycle for two of those days, and had an incredible experience exploring all corners of the park. At the end of one particularly long day of riding, we were heading back toward our hotel via Rt. 26/89/191, along the east side of the park, north of Jackson Hole. All of a sudden, my husband’s helmet-muffled, “Hey!” and pointing finger turned my attention to the right side of the road, where we saw this:

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