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At the Intersection of Two Wild Rivers in New Mexico


Thinking about my past two days in Taos and the surrounding Northern New Mexico area, I can think of no better metaphor than the beautiful outlook point at the Wild Rivers Visitors Center, where you can view the meeting spot of the Rio Grande River (which famously extends to my native Texas) and the Red River, which is the namesake of a nearby ski town.

How I Got Here
My whirlwind adventure began at 4:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning with a shuttle to the Dallas Love Field Airport, in order to catch a 7:40 a.m. flight to Albuquerque, followed by another shuttle to Santa Fe where I rented a car to drive northward towards Taos and Red River. (I've had similarly scheduled travel days in the past, including my recent trip to New Orleans, so don't worry, I know what I am doing, thanks to a little caffeine and lots of adrenaline/excitement.)

Big City Girl, Mountain Driving
Being a native of big 'ole Dallas, which is flatter than a pancake, I initially worried a little bit about mountain driving. I've done it before, and I knew I could do it. For me, doing advanced research on various routes and driving conditions always helps me feel more prepared and at ease before I go on a big driving trip. Thus, I ended up taking the "river road" (NM 68) to get to Taos, which had its moments of switchbacks and elevation changes, but I did fine and it was not scary, even for a nervous driver like myself. One quick tip: I quickly figured out that if a car behind you wants to go faster, you have two options: #1) find a safe spot to briefly pullover to the side of the road until the traffic passes (and there are a good number of these spots, even scenic ones!), or #2) if you are in a spot where you cannot easily/safely pullover, just keep going and the car behind you will pass when they are ready.

Texans in Taos
Meeting up with my Uncle Joe, also a native Texan, who recently moved to Red River, he very kindly showed me around his new hometown and surrounding area. Starting at the Taos Pueblo, we took a guided tour (which I highly recommend, by the way), which was led by a young man who had spent part of his childhood living inside the pueblo. We learned about the structural upkeep, how they govern themselves and other day-to-day customs of their lifestyle.

After the tour of the Taos Pueblo and exploring the premises, Uncle Joe and I did a couple scenic drives, including part of the Enchanted Circle and the Taos Upper Valley. The next day, we went back into Taos, visiting the Millicent Rogers Museum, Kit Carson Home & Museum, and shopping near the Taos Plaza, followed by a delicious lunch at a locally-raved restaurant called Orlando's.

Red River
And of course, I can't forget to mention the lovely town of Red River. Yes, a lot of people come to Northern New Mexico to visit Santa Fe and Taos, but there's much more to see and do outside of these two towns. A very small mountain town with a twang, Red River has friendly people, good food and activities in both summer and winter. (I think I remember seeing a zip line near the ski lift, which of course I made a mental note for next time.) My uncle and I had a great dinner at local restaurant called Texas Reds Steakhouse. I also can't forget seeing a deer cross while we were driving near my uncle's neighborhood. Clearly, I'm not in Dallas anymore.

What animals do you see at Wild Rivers?
Speaking of animal sightings...remembering back to the Wild Rivers Visitors Center, there was a white board where visitors could write what kinds of animals they spotted in the area. If you read closely on the top left portion of the board, one person wrote..."bear". Yikes!

Up Next
What's next on my agenda after hanging out in Red River and Taos? Driving down the "river road", the next leg of my current journey is a solo adventure in Santa Fe. More updates to come!

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Strange Trails to Little Rock, Arkansas

This looks familiar, I sighed to myself while approaching the 141A exit from I-30 to downtown Little Rock after a six hour drive. The torrential downpour of rain snarled menacingly as my car's windshield wipers frantically whooshed back and forth at top speed. Rain is a complicated, recurring theme in my recent travels - both the reason for this current trip and why it almost got derailed.

Here is the backstory: Two months ago, I missed a concert at home in Dallas because there were tornado watches and other severe weather warnings all across North Texas, and I did not want to risk getting stuck in a bad situation. I was so bummed, so annoyed by the setback that I decided to do something about it. I looked up the band Lord Huron's tour schedule, and after researching travel deals, I decided to catch the show in Little Rock, Arkansas, which is only 300 miles from where I live and a place I never had visited. I love going to concerts, and I love to travel. It's a wonder I never traveled somewhere specifically to see a show! I felt excited, but I also kept quiet about this trip because I worried about jinxing it - after all, what if the weather acted up again? Well…

There were gorgeous, sunny skies all day long, all week long, actually, until the last five miles of my journey to Little Rock. I could barely see the lane lines on the freeway because of the water drops buoyantly ricocheting back up towards to clouds from where they came. By some miracle, I kept my cool and took the correct turns off the freeway, making it safely to my destination. Oddly, I think that all the rain that I experienced three weeks ago while visiting New Orleans actually prepared me for exactly this moment. Literally, I even brought with me the travel-size umbrella that purchased in Crescent City, and it came in handy as I walked along Little Rock's Markham Avenue in the cute River Market District, which has fun places to eat and shop. Yes, I had a total deja vu moment when I realized that once again I was exploring a beautiful city on foot in my soaking sneakers.

Two hours after eating dinner at an Italian restaurant called Iriana's, I walked two blocks from my hotel to the Revolution Music Room, and I got to enjoy an amazing concert. Lord Huron's songs have made frequent appearances on my music playlists when I have taken a road trip in the past year or so. But it is a different experience to watch the band play those songs live and to simultaneously reminisce the travel memories that you associate with those tunes. Like driving through the desert on your way to California while listening to "Ends of the Earth", or enjoying random road trips in East Texas with your sister, who was the one who introduced you to the band's music in the first place.

And now I have a new, cool travel story to tell - about the time that I embarked on a crazy 300 mile solo road trip for concert redemption after inclement weather gave me a frustrating, but ultimately amazing journey. I guess the rain, in spite of how much it drives me crazy sometimes, isn't always such a bad thing after all.

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Drenched but Happy in New Orleans' City Park


Okay, granted, there were some grey clouds in the sky, but I thought I was 10 minutes away from the weather clearing up enough so that I could kayak in the Big Lake, overlooking the New Orleans Museum of Art's outdoor Sculpture Garden, the St. John Bayou, and the rest of the gorgeous park. As I was walking around admiring the scenery and taking photos, I felt a few drops, and then all at once, a torrential downpour of rain. As I sprinted across the park, only one panicked thought kept streaming through my mind: Camera. Camera. Camera.

The one day where I did not bring my rain jacket (because I read there was only a 20% chance of rain) ended up being the one time that my photo taking gadget was left completely exposed to the elements. Reaching a nearby, indoor park restaurant called Morning Call, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I successfully was able to turn on my camera, which must have survived just long enough in my semi-rain-resistant travel purse during the quarter-of-a-mile dash to dry shelter. My favorite Edgar Allan Poe t-shirt was not so lucky. I was almost completely soaked, from head to squeaky shoes, which gave me a good laugh when I saw my reflection in the mirror while freshening up in the restroom.


After getting over the initial shock about the sudden change in weather, I sat down at a small table near the counter, and I ordered a bowl of jambalaya with a large cafe au lait. Hey, bad weather is not a setback - it just means it is time for a nice, relaxing coffee break in my world! Thunder boomed and downpours of rain cascaded heavily outside across the park. I just took my time eating my delicious food. The waitress very kindly and thoughtfully waited until I finished my main meal before bringing out the hot, fresh beignets that I ordered for dessert. Delicious.

During my late lunch, I reflected on how I spent the earlier part of my day exploring City Park, which at 1,300 acres, is among the largest city parks in the country. The breezy palm trees, the grand live oaks, the Spanish Moss and the bayou, the lush botanical gardens…what a gorgeous place it is, and I got to see quite a bit of it while the bright, beautiful blue skies charmed the amazing scenery of the park.

Not too long after I finished my meal in the restaurant, the water works turned off outside, leaving the sky in a shadowy overcast. Deciding not to take my chances, I took the next streetcar back to the French Quarter where I was staying. It already had been a good, successful day of exploration, and I did not want to give the weather any funny ideas about surprising me again…even worse, during mid-paddle. (Yes, I wanted to kayak that day on the lake, but it is a good thing if I now have an excuse to someday return to New Orleans to have more fun!)

Based on my limited amount of time in New Orleans, I would describe the city's weather this way: There is a 40% chance that the weather could change at any time, so be prepared. Lesson learned. The next day, I bought a travel-size umbrella and I tied my rain jacket around my waist, even if it was 85 degrees outside. My exploring plans for the rest of the trip (and my camera) were not going to be dampened any inclement weather.

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Turning 30 Years Old in New Orleans

After a six-month hiatus from travel (in order to save up for my next round of adventures), the first 48 hours of my recent trip was a complete whirlwind experience. Running on only two hours sleep, I caught the 4:30 a.m. airport shuttle to make my 7:30 a.m. flight. Upon my arrival in New Orleans, I dropped off my bags at my hotel and then immediately started exploring my surroundings. Exhausted yet completely exhilarated, I could not think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than to do what I love, which usually includes something mysterious, something delicious and lots of wandering:


Historic Voodoo Museum
First of all, what is voodoo? There are different kinds and differing interpretations, and it is not what gets portrayed by Hollywood. The Historic Voodoo Museum displays informative and fascinating details about the origins, practices, beliefs and leading figures of the often misunderstood religion. I knew virtually nothing before I entered the door, but the museum staff is very friendly and the atmosphere is such that curious visitors are welcome to look around at their own pace.


Dinner on Bourbon Street and Live Jazz at Musical Legends Park
Okay, there are plenty of bars and lots of partying on Bourbon Street, but I also can recommend a couple of great places for delicious food in a relaxed atmosphere. Red Fish Grill is a little pricy, but the BBQ shrimp and grits is absolutely divine (the best thing I ate in New Orleans, to be specific). Close by, the Musical Legends Park often features live jazz music, and you can grab a bite to eat right there at Cafe Beignet (which has all kinds of good food on its menu, including the crawfish omelet and, of course, the beignets).


Shopping at and beyond the French Market
In New Orleans, Royal Street and Magazine Street have some good shops, but I also recommend checking out the French Market, which is part farmer's market and part hand crafted goods, along with some touristy souvenirs. After passing through, even if you don't buy anything or stay long, walk around the close by Decatur Street and Chartres Street, both of which have some neat, quirky clothing stores and antique shops. I also particularly enjoyed walking along Pirate's Alley and stumbling upon Faulkner House Books (which, yes, is the former residence of famed author William Faulkner) where the floor-to-ceiling books are beautiful...and oh-so-tempting to purchase!


All in all, it was a great start to my trip, including another great experience of having birthday beignets and cafe au lait at the famous Cafe Du Monde. So, how do I feel about my milestone birthday? On June 21, 2013, I was 27 years old and working & staying in the South Bay area of Los Angeles. Only two years later on June 22, 2015, I was visiting New Orleans on the exact date of my 30th birthday. How in the world did my late twenties fly by so quickly? It is not a bad thing - I just feel like it snuck up on me…oh wait a minute, probably because I have been traveling so much during the past few years. That's the life of a travel junkie, I guess.

But here's the thing: I already have done quite a bit of traveling, but I still have more to see and do, which is exciting. Not only do I need to write more in this blog about the rest of my recent solo adventure in New Orleans, I also have some other awesome travel plans in the works for later this summer, and of course, in the coming months and years to come!

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14 More Great Travel Experiences in 2014

How on earth in 2014 did I manage to take five trips, exploring countless big cities & small towns in eight U.S. states? It just happened that way, and I am very grateful to have had so many amazing experiences during the past 12 months. With only one backpack as my luggage, I helped my sister drive 1,800 miles from Missouri to California. I zip lined near the lovely Blue Ridge Mountains. I spent Easter searching for the mysterious Marfa Lights, and on Christmas Eve, I watched the sunset on Hollywood Blvd. I spent so much time "on the road" in 2014 that I did not get a chance to write about a few memorable places and experiences that I meant to document in this blog. Therefore, please enjoy the following list of previously "unseen" moments from my epic travel year in 2014!

1) Christmas on the Beach - Malibu, California
My sister Rebecca and I have taken dozens of road trips together, but nothing felt so sweetly surreal as driving up the (empty) 101 Freeway towards the coast on December 25th. Winding through the Santa Monica Mountains, it almost took my breath away when I got the first peek of the insanely gorgeous, blue ocean near the Pacific Coast Highway. At the sparsely populated Zuma Beach, Rebecca and I drank our coffee, opened our Christmas presents and enjoyed the quiet, beautiful scenery around us.

2) Champagne Bookstore - Asheville, North Carolina
The Battery Park Book Exchange Champagne Bar is as great as the name of the establishment sounds - literature meets fine wining. A used book store and a very classy place to have a drink, here you can take advantage of comfortable lounge areas to hang out with your friends and browse hundreds of titles. After looking around for a couple hours, I settled in a cozy chair with a Paul Theroux book that I purchased and a hearty cup of hot apple cider. (Side note: The Champagne Bar also serves some non-alcoholic beverages, and since it was a cold day in November, I opted for a hot drink instead of bubbly.)

3) Ghosts on Church Street - Asheville, North Carolina
Is it just me, or is this a really cool imprint on that brick wall? While taking a private ghost tour, I learned that the building in the vacant space had been torn down six months prior, and that paranormal activity spiked after the demolition.

4) Listening to My Life Calling - Somewhere in Arizona
Do you ever catch yourself in a moment of unexpected, blissful happiness? While my sister and I were driving along an open stretch of road somewhere in Arizona, I had a small, random epiphany. While listening to the song "Ends of the Earth" by Lord Huron, I realized all over again how much I love to travel, not as vacation, but a way of life that I continually work toward in spite of the challenges. Look up the lyrics and listen to the song because it really captures a lot of what I think and feel.

5) Moving a house - near Santa Fe, New Mexico
Driving out of Santa Fe along I-25, my sister and I unexpectedly got stuck in traffic...because an oversized house on wheels was taking up both lanes of traffic! Luckily, after realizing that a long procession of frustrated regular sized cars was following close behind, the house pulled to the side of the road so that other vehicles could pass.

6) My first time in Oklahoma
I know, I know. I am a 29-year-old native North Texan, and I only just visited my home state's northerly neighbor this past summer while driving with my sister from Missouri to California. For the most part, I only saw the state at 70 miles per hour along I-44 and I-40, though we stayed overnight for one evening in a small town somewhere between Tulsa and Oklahoma City. So what did I think about Oklahoma? Parts of the state (especially the northeastern area) looked very pretty with lots of trees, but we also passed through several toll road check points. Nonetheless, I would love to explore more of Oklahoma sometime in the future.

7) Something Completely Unique & Different - St. Louis, Missouri
Enchanted caves, a giant hamster wheel, exquisitely detailed mosaics, and eccentric long slides and tunnels. You have to see it for yourself. With less than 24 hours to spend in St. Louis, I made a point to visit City Museum before anything else, and it was worth it. Tilting my head towards the upper floors of the building, I marveled at all of the secret passage ways and quirky attractions. It was a little bit overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

8) Gorgeous Drive and Chicken Salad Stuffed Avocados - Palestine, Texas
One of our favorite "Adventure Day" road trip excursions of 2014, Rebecca and I went (twice) to the small town of Palestine, which is approximately two hours southeast of Dallas. Driving in the spring and summer time, the scenery along the stretch of Texas State Highway 19 from Athens to Palestine is spectacular, and there are other beautiful scenic paths in the surrounding area as well. The Palestine Visitor's Center, which is a very friendly, helpful resource, gives great recommendations, including where to go for pretty drives and delicious places to eat. When it turned out the BBQ restaurant in Palestine was closed, Rebecca and I instead had lunch at the Old Magnolia, which we ended up really enjoying. Who knew that two things I love - chicken salad and avocado - could go so well together (particularly the second time)! The iced lattes are delicious, and you also can browse knick-knacks and home items in vendor booths in the same building.

9) Easter Sunset in the West - Marfa, Texas
While having dinner at a bar in Marfa, I looked up at a neat metal design on top of the building. As daylight faded into a brilliant mixture of warm and cool colors in the early evening, I quietly reflected on the past few days, remembering all of the neat, quirky sites in Roswell, New Mexico and in (and around) Marfa that my friend Donna and I saw. I also felt ridiculously excited - hoping the sun would set a little bit faster - because we were going to see the famed Marfa Lights later that evening.

10) Hit by a Tumbleweed - Pecos, Texas
While driving through a quiet stretch of road in West Texas towards Marfa, it literally came out of nowhere. Then, Donna and I had to laugh in surprised disbelief when we realized that a kamikaze, giant piece of shrubbery whipped across the front of her Jeep. Hey, it makes for a great funny story - we literally were hit by a tumbleweed in the wild West.

11) Aliens, where? - Roswell, New Mexico
Alien merchandise. Alien murals. Aliens playing poker in a window display. An alien on a wagon. You get the idea. Especially in the area close to Roswell's famed International UFO Museum and Research Center, but also found in other areas of the city, little green men made clever appearances in various forms. Hey, if it is a claim to fame, why not run with it!

12) Reading Room in Edgar Allan Poe's House - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Visiting the eccentric writer's home on 7th Street was my favorite part of visiting Philadelphia. In stark contrast to the original part of the house (which is very raw with hardly any furnishings), the main visitor's area of the Edgar Allan Poe National Historic Site contains a lovely reading room, which is filled with an extensive collection of Poe's writings and other related resources. The room is styled according to descriptions in his essay "The Philosophy of Furniture".

13) Giant Board Game Pieces - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Special thanks to my friend Donna who told me about giant board game pieces in the middle of downtown Philadelphia. I saw them (frozen in place from the snow?) on my last day in the city.

14) Good Country Eats - Edom, Texas
Is it worth it to drive to a tiny town an hour-and-a-half southeast of Dallas in order to eat superb chicken fried steak, fried okra, mac & cheese and cobbler? Unquestionably, yes. The first time we visited Edom in February, my sister and I explored the nearby shops after lunch at The Shed Cafe. I particularly enjoyed exploring Arborcastle Birdhouses, and there are neat galleries & studios, as well. Just check the shop hours ahead of time - Rebecca and I got there when several places just happened to be closed for the day. Oops. The food alone in Edom was still totally worth the excursion...and I am getting hungry thinking about it!

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