There’s something about riding on a train that’s just… cool. And to ride along with your family, friends, or significant other while celebrating the holidays is all the better. Each year several local train companies festoon their engines and vintage passenger cars with thousands of lights and ornaments. It’s quite a sight to see at night, a massive torpedo of luminosity rolling down the tracks as bands play and revelers dance the night away.
So if you still haven’t made any New Year’s Eve plans or are looking for something fun to do with the kids while they’re on school break, take a look at my train of thoughts below (oh my that’s a bad pun). I’m sure there’s something here in your neck of the woods that offers the perfect excuse to hop in the car for a rolling holiday getaway. Read full article »
Now that autumn is upon us, it’s time to consider taking a weekend getaway to enjoy some of the best fall foliage viewing in the country. November is the perfect time to take a relaxing road trip, enjoy the crisp weather, tranquil setting, and vibrant patchwork of California’s fall colors—vivid leaves of orange, yellow, copper, and red that herald the changing of the seasons.
When you mention the Wine Country most people think of Napa or Sonoma Valley. But true wine geeks have long known that some of Northern California’s best wine and wine-tasting experiences can be found well beyond the valleys, often at family owned wineries tucked away on one-lane roads that would be impossible to find if it weren’t for the periodic signs pointing you in the right direction. It’s experiences like these—casual yet captivating conversations with winemakers as you savor the fruits of their years of hard work—that make visiting these esoteric wineries worth the effort. Ergo, here is Round 2 of my “Who knew?” favorites. 
I thought I knew wine until Larry Turley poured me a sip of his finest zinfandel. I was wrong. I thought I knew haute cuisine until I experienced The French Laundry. Wrong again. And I thought I knew luxury hotels until, many years ago, I was invited to stay at the Post Ranch Inn. Words can’t describe how wrong I was.
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