The past two months have been filled with incredible experiences in New Zealand. I have done more than I ever dreamed of. Accomplishing six of the nine Great Walks, I walked in a mini tornado, a blizzard, and realized rain is just a part of hiking.
I am so glad I chose to hitch hike across New Zealand. I have met amazing people that would have never entered my life if I chose the bus route or rented a car. Standing in the rain or heat for hours at a time can create heavy thoughts, frustrations, and techniques to cope with boredom.
The landscape is beautiful everywhere. The food is delightful. The people are extremely genuine. I am pleased to have been welcomed into three different families, earning their trust and support. Growing close to strangers is easy for me, but it continues to blow my mind that it keeps happening.
I appreciate everything out here. Endless star gazing, including O'rien's Belt and the Southern Cross. The rare animals I have come in contact with are Fiordland Crested Penguins, bottle nose dolphins, fur seals, rare albatross, and heaps of New Zealand birds. I will never forget my experiences with the kea parrots and weka birds. Too bad I won't get to see a kiwi bird.
What's next? I found a job in Christchurch selling juice for a local company. The owner invited me into his home, assisted me with a van, and trusts me to take his product around selling to cafes and bars across the city. I've stayed at the family property 30 kilometers outside of Christchurch where I received delicious home cooked meals each day, had meaningful conversations, and enjoyed tremendous views of sunsets and the bright country stars. This family took me in as one of their own, even organizing a Thanksgiving dinner for me. I am incredibly thankful and indebted to them.
I spent Christmas in Coromandel with fellow travelers at a backpackers hostel. Moving forward, I will continue the south pacific trip to the indigenous islands of Tonga for the month of January. I'll arrive back in the states in February where the goal is still to hike the Appalachian Trail. When that ends in September, the wind will guide me to my next adventure.
Top 5 New Zealand Memories:
- Earthquake destruction and devastation in Christchurch
- Overnight cruise in Doubtful Sound
- Crawling through caves on Kepler Mountain
- Walking on avalanche debris after crossing a raging river
- Skydiving over Lake Taupo after crossing an active volcano
My travel style:
- Make dreams come true
- Plan trips with creativity
- Stay in touch
Guest post by Kyle Krasney. Photos courtesy of Ed and GothPhil.
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I am really going to miss the South Island as I make my way back to New Zealand's North Island. I have loads of good memories from hitchhiking around both islands for the past two and a half months.
Wellington is as windy as I remember from my first visit there. The sun is shining beautifully, and I stay one night at a backpacker hostel and buy a ticket to see 79 year old songwriter, Leonard Cohen, perform across the street. What a great performance!
I ride my first train north bound, and my friend Jimmy and his family invite me into their home. Jimmy takes his father and I to Tongariro National Park, where he used to work. The initial plan is to climb Mount Ruapehu, but at 2,797 meters (9,177 ft) climbing without crampons (special traction footwear for mountaineering and ice climbing) it is not possible. We make it a good ways up, walking carefully on snow before the wind really picks up. There is no trail on this mountain so every step is calculated.
Later, I spend the night in the town named National Park, but wake early to get to the Tongariro Crossing Trailhead. Arriving by 10 am, my 35 pound pack is strapped up and I'm ready to explore this North Island Great Walk. Rather than doing the four day circuit, I choose the eight hour walk. It begins gentle and I wander through desert-like terrain. It's very flat for about forty five minutes and I lazily walk on a boardwalk along a creek. "I'll be impressed if you get up that big hill with that big pack," some woman says passing by.
Well the hill is no joke. There are man-made wooden stairs, which prove to be a pain in the butt. I go up and up, feeling like I'll never reach the top. It takes about an hour, but I reach the break for Mt. Ngauruhoe at 2,291 meters (7,516 ft). This mountain is better known to tourists as Mount Doom from Lord of the Rings.
It is evident that a lot of the movie was shot here as I look at all of the black rocks uniquely shaped in every direction. The volcanic ash that I walk on is why everything is so dark colored. Rather than taking the steep two hour detour to climb it, I push on into the very flat and wide open dirt area that looks like an Indiana Jones movie set. It reminds me of Wild West films. The rougher the uphill gets, the more amazing the view on the other side. When I come to the Red Crater, my hiking partners and I stop to stare for several minutes. Then comes the very steep and slippery hill to the very top. Volcanic ash makes it very difficult. At the top, we get to see the Emerald Pools and steaming sulfur rocks from all of the pictures I've seen before. It is way more impressive to see up close and in person.
The rest of the day is primarily downhill with some irritating climbs. Aiming for the only backpacker hut along the Tongariro Crossing, the trail snakes and winds for what feels like forever before we actually reach the hut. Along the trail, I learn about the volcano eruption that took place in August of 2012, just 1.5 kilometers from the hut. It was the first big eruption since 1896. Seeing the smoke rise is very special. After I reach the hut, the trail continues down for another 5 kilometers. I am relieved to reach the finish and catch a ride back to civilization, away from tourists.
I travel to Lake Taupo, which is the bigger North Island version of the South Island's Lake Te Anau. I love it! The sun pushes through the clouds, and suddenly I act without thinking - the next thing I know I'm in a limo, about to skydive from 12,000 feet!
With two previous jumps under my belt, it's not quite fear, but just standard nerves that I feel. Arriving at the plane, the people around me are wearing worried looks. I zip up my blue jumpsuit, strap up my harness and head to the pink plane. My tandem instructor, Chris, makes this jump easier for me than my jump in 2008; he'll take care of the altimeter and pulling the ripcord during the jump. I'll just enjoy the ride.
I strap on a tight cap and goggles, like pilots used to wear in the old days. Chris informs me of our altitude as we gain elevation. I just gaze out the window at gorgeous Lake Taupo and the inland trees. I sit on the edge of the plane with my legs dangling out. It feels very weird being barefoot, but I'm ready. The wind is pretty strong, but the sun shines as we suddenly roll out of the plane and into the open sky over the clouds.
I wait the five seconds of us spinning uncontrollably to release my hands from the harness, putting them out to the side like I'm flying. The unfortunate thing about the 12,000 foot jump is the free fall is only 45 seconds, but I do a great job of remembering the essentials: breathe normally, keep my eyes open wide, and pay attention to the surroundings.
Chris shows me the altimeter dropping rapidly and gives me a three count with his fingers, allowing me to prepare mentally for the painful jerk when the parachute opens. Then it's over; but, wow, what a great jump! It was an incredible view of New Zealand. As we dangle in the air making our way towards the ground, I can see the three mountains I walked on over the past two days. Chris and I just have fun spinning in circles towards the massive lake. "I can tell you've jumped before, you're a natural," he tells me. It's a nice compliment. We have a near-perfect landing, give each other a high five, and I get a limo ride to a free campground. Bing, bang, boom...in and out! My time on the North Island is looking pretty good so far.
My travel style:
- Stay in touch with everyone I meet
- Act before over-thinking
- If it sounds crazy, do it!
Guest post by Kyle Krasney. Photos courtesy of gil_dumbea and Medusa Properties via creative commons
Dude ranches offer the convenience of quality lodging and great adventures all in the same place. Every ranch is a little different, which means folks who want to experience a dude ranch vacation can choose how much rustic charm they want versus modern luxury simply by honing in on the right ranch. It's possible to take in the Great Outdoors without giving up any of the comforts of home. You can play hard all day out on the range and relax in luxurious rooms at night. Many guest resorts also offer spa services and quality dining options.
Horseback riding is at the heart of the ranch experience, whether you visit a working ranch or a resort ranch. No matter if you are an experienced rider or a novice, a dude ranch will introduce you to the freedom of the open plain and the joy of riding. Many ranches will offer classes and trail rides for a range of skill levels, so you will be able to ride across the open range like the cowboys of the Wild West, no matter if you have ever ridden before. On a working ranch, you will have opportunities to take part in cattle drives and other real cowboy activities. Of course, kids can join in the riding fun. Appropriate mounts are provided for all ages and skill levels, and ranch hands will make sure that kids ride and have fun while learning how to be safe. If you have any concerns about your riding ability or your kids' abilities, contact the ranch ahead of time to discuss your options. The staff of your ranch will be happy to discuss the riding options available and match you up with both a horse and a set of activities that will suit your level of skill and your comfort.
A dude ranch is a perfect setting for a great family vacation. Many ranches will offer plenty of activities for the kids, including swimming, sports and games, in addition to riding and learning horsemanship skills. The youngest kids will enjoy pony rides, while slightly older kids can take part in guided trail rides. All kids can learn horsemanship skills appropriate for their age level. Learning to ride and care for a horse teaches confidence and independence that kids will take back home and apply to everything else they tackle. Teens may be able to take part in more independent adventures such as overnight camping expeditions and hiking trips.
While the kids have plenty to do, mom and dad can either take part in the family fun or take time out to relax on their own. Along with riding and outdoor activities for adults, some ranches also offer a wide selection of spa services, including massages and facials, manicures and pedicures, saunas and hot tubs. While the kids are out on guided trail rides or enjoying other ranch activities, parents can enjoy some pampering then go to dinner or sit beside an evening camp fire refreshed and ready to hear about their kids' adventures. Adults without kids can also enjoy the ranch life, taking part in as many outdoor activities as they want before retreating inside to a spa or simply to sit by a fire and relax.
Many ranches operate year-round, which means winter opens up a whole new set of activities to enjoy. Snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, ice skating and sledding are favorites, and ranches may have indoor facilities for riding on days when it's too cold to hit the trail. Some ranches offer transportation to nearby ski resorts for downhill skiing and snowboarding. The winter holidays can be especially wonderful on a ranch, with holiday traditions celebrated with a western twist. Christmas on a dude ranch comes with all of the charm of beautiful decorations and special activities you enjoy at home but with all the amenities of a luxurious vacation away. You can help decorate a tree, sip hot cocoa, take in snowy winter landscapes and maybe even get a visit from Santa while still enjoying gourmet meals, time at the spa or just the crisp, clean air of winter on the open range.
If you have never experienced the wide-open country of the American West, a dude ranch vacation is your perfect opportunity to get a glimpse of the old-fashioned cowboy life while enjoying modern-day amenities. Enjoy rustic charm paired with luxurious comforts, all while leaving your day-to-day life across the plains.
About the Author
Brady Johnson works as the Sales and Marketing Director at C Lazy U. Brady handles all marketing and advertising efforts for the ranch along with booking group events and retreats. Since Brady is an avid outdoorsman he will often also take guests on guided mountain bike rides and ski trips on Ranch's private ski hill or the lead a ropes course session in the summer.
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I spend four days in Dunedin, on New Zealand's South Island, with Mike and his wonderful family, whom I met at Milford Sound. Our first night consists of Heinekens, appetizers, and a steak dinner. Wow! I wander the city, exploring the fantastic local museums. Mike drives me out to the peninsula for albatross sightings, a view of Baldwin St., known as the steepest street in the world, and a visit to a pub to watch local blues musicians. I can't thank them all enough for inviting me in and taking care of me so well.
I hitch a ride to Balclutha, where I sit for nearly two hours until 23-year-old surfer Jake from California pulls over in his white campervan. I convince him to stop for a ten minute walk to Purakanui Falls, which is the face of the Catlins, before he drops me at a campsite where I spend the evening with a Swedish couple eating cheese and crackers.
The next day is a long day of hitching, catching any ride available. I visit Niagara Falls, the smallest waterfall in the world, hang with sea lions on the gorgeous southern coast, and stand at the southern-most point of the South Island. I catch a ride from a young German guy to Te Anau. I am so excited to be back in my favorite New Zealand town. The next few days are predicted for clear weather and the Routeburn Track is free of avalanche danger. I'm going!
The Routeburn Track begins just like the other Great Walks, with a viscous uphill. The sun is booming, but shade of the trees helps. An hour in at 4pm, I push on past the first hut, perfectly placed alongside a large bright blue lake with deep mountains in the distance. Walking through the bush, rocks are very loose so concentration is necessary. As I gain elevation, views open displaying clear cut mountains as far as my eyes can see. So amazing! Then I come to Earland Falls and take a fifteen minute break to take my pack off and rest. I wish to stay here all day, but I must set up camp before darkness. The evening is filled with mind bending views and resting in the cold water at Lake MacKenzie.
Day two starts with a steep climb gaining more and more breathtaking views of Lake MacKenzie Hut. I watch a helicopter rise through the clouds to drop cargo at the hut. Cool! The trail winds around the mountain saying goodbye to the lake, but hello to the mouth watering Hollyford Valley. The next two hours are some of the best hiking I've ever done. The valley holds a cloud that hovers between the mountains. I look out to see snow capped mountains under the baby blue sky. Spectacular. I feel undisputed happiness here that cannot be described, only experienced.
At the Harris Saddle Shelter, I meet four people in their late seventies (3 of them women) walking the track for their seventh time. The helicopter returns giving us a front row view of transporting goods to the shelter. The chopper rises and wind hits our faces, but not long after I see two claws coming right for my face. The kea parrots have arrived. He lands just over head, scaring me.
Kea parrots are very intelligent - they try different distraction techniques to steal my food and gear. They love backpacks and shoes. To avoid the endangered species, I continue on trail for ten minutes until my next treat arrives: Lake Harris. The sun beams on the mountain, melting the snow to drip into the crystal blue lake. The trail grinds along the ridge, offering new angles to gaze at. As the trail hits the peak, I only have downhill left. I walk three more hours watching Lake Harris turn into a roaring river and form a large waterfall at Routeburn Falls Hut, but then becomes a gentle stream at Routeburn Flats Campsite. I thoroughly enjoy watching nature unfold.
I am so glad I waited to the do the Routeburn Track...arguably my favorite hiking day I've ever had.
My Travel Style:
-Don't rush good hiking days
-Exchange emails
-Write thank you letters to people you meet along the way
Guest post and photos by Kyle Krasney.
]]>For my twenty-seventh birthday, I'm conquering two personal fears by white water rafting and bungee jumping in New Zealand. This is a day I'll never forget!
At 8am I meet my rafting team. The two guys and woman in their forties hail from Auckland for business in Queenstown, and I really enjoy being around them. We begin on a scenic bus ride that drops us at the helicopter launch site. My front row seat shows me everything as the chopper rises above the mountain, displaying elevated lakes and waterfalls that otherwise aren't visible. The pilot aims for the mountain, but dips sideways, flipping us upside down making all six of our stomachs drop. The five minute ride is very exciting. We land on rocks next to the Shotover River.
We gather around the skinny guide with dreadlocks and a braided goatee for a safety tutorial. Splitting into groups, my Kiwi friends and I are joined by two Australian girls in their twenties as we're sent to our raft. We hop on the water and learn terms we need to know - "forward paddle," "hang on," and "get down," among others. Our group energy is great. We have tons of fun paddling the relatively calm water, cruising the casual flow for twenty minutes. We definitely underestimate the river as we approach our first rapid.
I'm up front. The rescue team is in place. We are ready...or so we think.
We start by getting sucked into a rock and turned sideways. I try pushing off the rock, but there is nothing that can be done. Water fills our boat. "Get left," our guide yells. "Get right...hang on." The rapids charge harder and harder. The inevitable happens as some of the team is thrown from the raft. Suddenly I'm also thrown into the water, and in the frigid cold, my natural reaction is to panic. My world is upside down and I have no idea where I am. I collect myself and get into survival mode. I remember step one is to get away from the boat and keep my feet up to avoid river debris. "Grab the rope" I hear from the side. This furious river makes it difficult to do anything. Thankfully I catch the rope and I'm pulled to safety. My hands are numb and my legs are shaky. One of the Aussie girls is really shaken up, but everyone is alright. Whew, what a rush!
The river calms and we regroup. Our guide teaches us about the surrounding land and its gold mining history. The sky opens up with sunshine as we spot goats and gaze at rock structures. This tremendous scenery is only accessible via boat.
The water picks up as two creeks meet our river that begins to narrow. "The next run is actually six rapids, but it looks like one." I think we're all a bit nervous. The rocky shore is smaller so it's harder for the rescue squad. We approach the rapids and I have a front row seat to this intense body of water. "Paddle hard," our guide shouts. "Get down!" My Kiwi friend and I lean against each other as the raft powers up and down, drenching us over and over again. Riding the rapids and watching from this angle is an unbelievable sight. Unforgettable! "Good job crew," Rob exclaims. We made it! We needed that confidence booster. We put our paddles together for a cheer. "Bring 'em back up for a happy birthday five," Rob orders. We slam our paddles together in my honor.
Everyone makes it through the rapids successfully. It's now time to coast and enjoy the nature around us. This isolated landscape is breathtaking. I soak it in before I'm put in charge of steering through the upcoming tunnel. The 180 meter tunnel is narrow, but I see distant light bounce off the water and rock above me. Exiting the tunnel, we return to the sunny day. "Paddle positions...forward paddle...last rapid, get down, look right." We approach the steep Cascade Falls while the photographer snaps pictures from atop a rock. We nose dive off the waterfall, but keep our raft under us. We're the only group that doesn't flip over. What a rush! Smiles break out on everyone's faces.
Later in the day comes the headliner - bungee jumping! I've never had an interest in bungee jumping before today. Even though it's incredibly safe, my nerves rise. I've gone skydiving and zip lining, but bungee jumping intimidates me. I will conquer this phobia by jumping off the 43-meter Kawarau Bridge, where bungee jumping first began.
Once the bus drops us off, I charge for the bridge, aiming to be the first one to jump. Sitting on the ledge, the guy wraps the towel around my legs and attaches the cable to my ankles and my waist harness. "Stand up. Waddle to the edge." I can't describe the uncontrollable fear. I look to my left for pictures and see people watching me. I look dead ahead to see cars driving over the bridge in the distance. I gaze out to the mountains to my right and almost lose my balance peering down at the turquoise water beneath me. I mumble "I can't do this." I start to back up.
But then I shout, "Oh screw it. Here goes nothing!" before leaping forward and waving my arms in circles. I bounce three or four times before dangling for a minute and feeling the blood rush to my head. I grab the pole being guided to the raft. I feel secure lying on my back being released of my harness and ankle supporters. I look up thinking, "all that hype for only two seconds of free falling." But, I am happy to check that off my bucket list for my 27th birthday!
My travel style:
- Try everything once
- Face your fears
- Make birthdays memorable
Guest post and photos by Kyle Krasney.
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Each year, around one million visitors gather at Berlin's Brandenburg Gate to celebrate its legendary New Year's Eve party. With plenty of live music on multiple stages, party tents, food vendors, and light and laser shows, there's no short of revelry. Top it all off with an extraordinary fireworks display at midnight and after parties into the wee hours of the morning, you'll for sure ring in the New Year with a bang.
For luxury-seekers, Berlin's Regent Hotel offers an exclusive NYE package which includes a two-night stay, breakfast until 1am, and tickets to its luxurious Regent Royal New Year's Eve Ball, which will transform the entire ground floor of the hotel into a party palace. Enjoy Haute cuisine at live cooking stations, a Veuve Clicquot champagne bar, and varied music and surprise acts on three dance floors.
Be one of the first in the world to ring in the New Year in Australia's most populous city. More than a million people gather around gorgeous Sydney Harbor for a spectacular fireworks display over the water.
Stay at the 5-star Shangri-La Hotel, the prime location for stunning views of the fireworks. Sip a bottle of room-service champagne while luxuriating in your elegantly decorated room, then hit the town for the city's thriving nightlife and after parties.
London
Let Big Ben eloquently chime in your New Year in London, and catch the impressive 15 minute fireworks display that follows, which is best caught from Westminster Bridge. In addition to an endless number of pubs and restaurants offering special parties and entertainment, check out one of the many theater shows for a more low-key celebration with cast and crew.
Stay at The Savoy for its 1920's inspired party, including a four-course dinner in its stunning ballroom followed by dancing to the 11-piece Jazz Orchestra and live bands.
Barcelona
Take part in age-old traditions while welcoming 2014 in Barcelona. When the clock strikes midnight, locals participate in the custom of ceremoniously eating twelve grapes, one for each chime of the clock. The custom goes back to the Roman Empire and symbolizes passing the sweet flavor of grapes towards the New Year so it begins sweetly. Also enjoy the customary Spanish style Noche Vieja, which includes music dance and parties all over the city for as long as a week. If you extend your stay through January 5, take part in Cabalgata de los Reyes Magos (Three Kings Parade), in which "Three Kings" arrive by boat at the waterfront of Barcelona and proceed slowly through the city throwing barley sugar sweets to the children lining the route.
Catch all of the festivity from the Hotel Arts, whose location overlooks the sparkling Mediterranean and sits within walking distance of all of the holiday action. Enjoy a special New Years Eve package complete with a sparkling gala dinner.
Hawaii
What's a better time to travel to warmer climates than New Year's Eve? Let yourself revel in the festivities without worrying about your winter down jacket messing with your party attire. While wild parties take place along the beaches of all of Hawaii's gorgeous islands, set yourself up for the extravagant New Year's Eve fireworks on Waikiki Beach.
Trump Hotel Waikiki is offering New Years Eve LUX at the Trump, an exclusive dress to impress Casino Royale party-to-end-all-parties. Complete with two DJ's, food and entertainment on the deck of the hotel's infinity pool, VIP packages, and a surprise VIP after party, you'll be more than set for a night of enjoyment in style.
We would be remiss if we didn't include the iconic Times Square celebration and ball drop that occurs annually in New York City on New Year's Eve. Millions of locals and tourists alike cram together in the vibrant commercial district for the countdown watched by the world, and the excess of confetti let loose at midnight.
For a luxury stay in a boutique hotel right near all of the action, check in at the Casablanca Hotel. You'll have access to a truly coveted space - at 11:45 p.m. the Casablanca staff gathers guests and heads to the hotel's exclusive rooftop, which affords a perfect view of the 12 o'clock ball drop - without the immense crowds.
Photo courtesy of Dave Hunt via Flickr.
]]>"Two options," Dallas yells through the wind and rain. "Follow the river for a crossing spot or head back to the emergency track." Oh crap. What have I gotten myself into now? I don't even see the track. I'm standing on avalanche debris.
Working together with our guides ("The Kiwi Krew"), we cross the raging river. I grip Martin's hand as Mike reaches out his trek pole. I feel the river taking me down while these two guys pull me to safety.
It's day one, and we're at the start of the trail after an hour boat cruise on sunny Lake Te Anau to the flooded Glade Wharf. We worked together to make our way to the Clinton River, crossing a swing bridge through the beech forest. After the river, the trail is relatively flat.
The Kiwi Krew identifies bird calls and spots massive trout fish along the way. We are pleased with the views along the river, but I am blown away as we enter the open Clinton Valley avalanche zone. I can't believe my eyes. The gravel trail snakes along the river on our right and large sheets of rock standing hundreds of meters above us on both sides. This landscape really makes me feel minuscule.
When the group takes a tea break, I push on, enjoying this world of beauty by myself. All is well and good until I turn a corner to see a tree completely blocking the staircase to a bridge that has been destroyed by avalanches. I climb over the railing and carefully climb down to the rocky territory. Every step is detrimental. I put my weight down on a spot that looks pretty compact, but disappears under my foot. I have a heavy scare as rocks almost trapped my left leg. This terrain is no joke - even on a sunny day. I come to a river that appears just too big to cross. I step carefully on stable rocks making it safely across. Day one finishes with rain as I climb a relatively steep hill to the Mintaro Backpacker Hut. The evening consists of struggling to get a fire started, noodles, and cards under candlelight.
Day two starts at 10 am. No one is excited about the rainy weather, but everyone is prepared. Water trickles towards my feet as the seven of us walk in a straight line up the mountain. No one says anything, but we're battling this together. We reach the Quinton MacKinnon monument and shelter at the ruthless MacKinnon Pass, which stands at 1,154 meters (3,800 feet). The monument is interesting, built in 1888 by its namesake and a man named Ernest Mitchell, who were employed by the government to cut a track up the river to Milford Sound. Because of the rugged and unforgiving terrain, MacKinnon failed once before successfully completing the track.
We look out to see pure white created by the falling rain. Out there somewhere are big beautiful mountains and one of the best views New Zealand has to offer. It's upsetting the view isn't more clear, but I can't control the weather. We break for tea, but don't see much sense in staying up top. As we descend, the skies open a little and distant mountains become a bit more clear. The wind lets up a little, but still blows heavily. The rain continues pouring. We continue downhill passing a flipped over sign: Emergency Track This Way.
I am standing on a stable rock waiting on others to cross the river. I look up to see hundreds of waterfalls pouring down. This is the most dangerous situation I've ever been in. Fortunately no one gets taken down by the river and we all make it through the questionable glacier debris. "It's not everyday you cross a river in New Zealand and walk on avalanche debris," Mike says to me.
Thankfully, we find the trail. Though scary, we made it! The trail turns to steps and rides the river through a narrow gap, dropping dramatically against a big rock drenching our whole crew. We are all smiles witnessing this rare environment. We laugh and continue to the day shelter to have lunch. Just as my socks are beginning to dry up a bit, I step thigh-deep through a creek, gripping onto Dallas for balance. My thirty pound pack is weighing me down, but we get through yet another body of water. Pushing further down trail, we see a sign for Sutherland Falls. It's heavily recommended, so we take the side trip. It requires forty minutes of weaving up and down through the bush until crossing a swing bridge. I catch my first glimpse of the biggest waterfall in New Zealand. The closer I get, the bigger my smile gets as I am fully engulfed by all 580 meters. "Whew! Now that was worth it!" I exclaim to my Milford mates.
We close out day two at Dumpling Backpacker Hut for an early night, but I search for glowworms on bridges and kiwi birds on the trail. They're nocturnal. I come up short, but get my own personal bunk for a very peaceful sleep.
On day three, it continues raining heavily and is much colder. There's snow up on the mountains we crossed yesterday - that's insane! Charging through the bush, we come to short clearings displaying waterfalls in every direction. It truly is spectacular to see. We push on, but must stop at McKay Falls Lookout. With all the rain we've gotten, this waterfall is attacking the rocks and splashing in every direction. "Lay on your back under that rock and turn on your headlamp," Martin advises me. I do and find that it's completely carved out and there's enough room to stand up. Over time water formed its shape and an earthquake flipped it over.
Back on trail, we stop dramatically to see that the trail is flooded so bad it's up to our knees. "It is what it is. Everything will dry," I tell myself. We set a good pace, but I'm stopped dead in my tracks when I see Giant Gate Falls. Maybe not as impressive as Sutherland, but possibly more beautiful. Having to make a boat at 2pm, I pull myself away. We stop for the last sandwich of the trip. There is one final piece of history visible on track. Walking along a wide river, I bend under the low rock as water drips onto my head and pack. It's almost like a tunnel. This section is famous because it was formed by prisoners in the late 1800's. Four prisoners escaped so miners with dynamite experience were brought in to finish the job. I see the names 'Steinhouse' and 'Mahon' carved in the rock alongside the year 1898. Neat.
Suddenly I can't believe my eyes - the sun comes out and the clouds and rain clear up. The waterfalls are still flowing like crazy. "Oh my goodness, it's a kaka bird!" The Kiwi Krew stare like children watching cartoons. "It is very rare, even for a New Zealander, to see a kaka in the wild," Mike explains. "That is really special!"
We finally reach Sandfly Point and disperse our packs, taking pictures at the 33.5 mile marker sign. Sandflies are everywhere, hence the name. We stare at these two beautiful mountains waiting for our inexperienced boat driver to bring us into Milford Sound. I made it!
My travel style:
- Travel light when possible
- Stay with the group
- Spend some time alone
Want more New Zealand travel tips or to contact Kyle with comments, suggestions, or feedback? Send him an email.
Guest post and photos by Kyle Krasney
]]>Now is the time to find special deals to all-inclusive stays in Mexico. Find pure luxury in Los Cabos with its immaculate beaches along the Sea of Cortez and refreshing margaritas in many a comfortable resort bar, or explore the low-traveled town of Barra de Navidad, located just outside of Guadalajara, for an authentic experience of local Mexican culture.
For a quick and easy trip on a budget to take in pleasant year-round weather and plenty of long stretches of sand along the ocean, Florida is the perfect destination. From Tampa to Panama City Beach, Florida offers tons of options for affordable and family vacations. We recommend three out-of-the-way beaches to check out in particular, all within driving distance of Tampa International Airport.
A perfect trip for those who don't want to go too far but feel like they are a world away from home. Spend time in the capital city, San Juan, for plenty of nightlife, delicious local food, and oceanfront resorts. Explore the city's historic district, Old San Juan, to see the brightly colored, old-world apartamentos and cobbled streets, on foot or on bike. Or explore the less-crowded parts of the island, including El Yunque Rainforest and the best places for adventures like kayaking, snorkeling, and hang gliding.
Gorgeous southern California offers year-round beach relaxation or activities like surfing in beautiful oceanfront cities from Los Angeles to San Diego. When you're done lounging at the beach, check out the craft brewery scene of San Diego or other great foodie spots in the city. Along with beaches, take in the warm weather at Joshua Tree National Park for captivating desert landscapes and active outdoor activities.
]]>I am so happy to be on a Great Walk in my first week in New Zealand. I have set a goal to conquer as many as I can, which is realistically 7 out of 9 Great Walks.
Day 2 on Abel Tasman begins early. Members of DOC (Department of Conservation) arrive by 8am to make sure no one camped without paying. They don't mess around here. New Zealand laws have limited 'freedom camping' in the past few years and staying in an unpaid hut or campsite equates to double the fee.
Leaving early to make low tide, I feel like I'm walking through the jungle. It is dark due to bushy trees forming a tunnel over the trail. Most of today is a confidence-killing climb. There are no views on the steep grade. It's basically just miserable. I link up with three Kiwi women to blind the pain with conversation. We reach several hundred meters in altitude before darting back downhill.
Even though the last half hour was incredibly challenging, I am happy to learn why they call this area Golden Bay with the beautifully golden sand beaches. The sun shines, emphasizing tremendous reflections off the Tasman Sea. I am distracted watching kayak companies send out 2 groups of ten kayaks. They're lucky to have such a perfect day to be on the water.
A few hundred meters down the beach, we must cross our first low tide. It is not as dramatic as DOC made it out to be. It's around 15 feet, but does require boots and socks to come off. Letting our feet dry gives me a chance to get to know the Kiwi women and a family from Christchurch. They inform me of the devastation that has hit their city due to recent earthquakes. They are intrigued by my wandering way of life. It gives me a laugh when people ask why I do it. I really have no answer.
With two hours until our destination, Awaroa Hut, we push on while the sun is shining. The trail doesn't get any easier. The initial climb off the beach is the steepest and toughest hill yet. The only thing I can do is stay positive. "Pain is mandatory, misery is optional," rings in my head.
With an hour to the Hut, I stop at the Awaroa Lodge and Cafe, a 45 minute return detour to relax comfortably. I see my French friends here, along with many other travelers. A lot of people choose the water taxi option and come here for lunch. Abel Tasman National Park makes it very accessible for families to get outside. The family I met decides to take their water taxi back a day early to Marahau, so they gift me with their hut pass and extra food.
Back on trail, I receive an extra boost of energy. The rest of the trail is simple terrain, but difficult to see orange landmarks due to high tide. The boots must come off again for the remainder of the day. This is very frustrating to me. I really hope I don't step on anything in the water. No one told me about this section and I'm alone at this point. At times I don't know where to go. I look around nervous and irritated for any sign of trail. I continue along the coast, and eventually see the Awaroa Hut.
It is luxurious with a fire stove, sleeping pads, and tables to cook on. In the peak season, the huts have flushing toilets and gas stoves as well. I spend the night playing cards in candlelight with my Kiwi friends and a mother taking her 13 year old son on their annual tramp, which is what they call hiking out here.
Day 3 starts early. Not only do I have to walk through low tide, but I have a bus to catch at 10:50am to the town of Takaka. With this massive river at its lowest point, I am still thigh deep in the water stepping on sea shells in search of the other section of trail. The water is cold and my mesh shorts see completely soaked while I hold my boots high above my head. I hope my pack doesn't get wet. One big pet peeve of mine is hiking with sand in my shoes. Wet socks really bothers my feet too. This is not a pleasant start to the day. I don't like having to rush for this bus either.
Of course, more climbing. Luckily other people are around motivating me to stay calm. We continue up trail as our height raises 800 meters. Finally, we reach our peak and descend for another twenty minutes to Totaranui Beach. Even on a cloudy and rainy day, people still come out to enjoy this famous golden beach. My bus is here waiting for me, along with my friend Max that I met in Nelson.
I struggle to keep my eyes open on the hour bus ride to Takaka. We land at the 'KiwiAna Backpacker' a hostel to call home for the night. I am greeted with a warm shower, free soup, and an array of diverse individuals. The guests organize a barbecue for everyone to sample each others dishes. The multi-cultural gathering gets pretty rowdy landing at the local tavern until late in the evening. I thoroughly enjoy the directions conversations turned with over ten countries represented. The local Kiwis are quite entertaining as well. They love our traveling crew; a bunch of like-minded individuals from all over the world interested in discovering the best of New Zealand.
My Travel Style:
- Spend money on good rain gear
- Pick the perfect pack
- Sample all gear before the trip
Next post: I let my ambition blind reason when I hop on the remote Heaphy Track. The longest Great Walk in New Zealand is challenging enough, but when a mini tornado makes an appearance, I fear for my life.
Guest post and photo 2 by Kyle Krasney. Photos courtesy of aloys_dharambure and Peter Nijenhuis.
]]>The scenic four hour ferry across Bluebridge Cook Strait offers free wifi crossing from Wellington Picton on the South Island. With no plans whatsoever, the gas station attendant tells me to stand on the corner holding a 'Nelson' sign to grab a ride into the town. Within minutes, a beat-up red car pulls up next to me. I open the door smiling to see a middle aged red head woman. She also took the ferry and lives in Nelson. She educates me on the trees, the birds, the people, and New Zealand's South Island in general.
Jane drops me at the 'Palace BP' on a fairly busy road. With my 35-pound pack on my back and boots in my hand, I walk up the hill to see cars parked outside of this large house. I walk in and walk downstairs to meet Steve, the confident Kiwi in his early thirties whose family owns the house.
I like this place and agree to stay. The unlimited and free bread, tea, and coffee helped my decision, too. The 'Backpacker,' which is what they call hostels here, is filled with travelers working for free accommodation. This group is very laid back and welcoming. Conversations are easy. The evening gets a bit crazy when a pipe burst in the wall and people run throughout the house in chaos.
The following day I enjoy the town of Nelson. Nelson has a very friendly community to compliment the beautiful art and culture. I am stuck in the rain though. At the information center (I-site), I find my friend Eva from Holland. Eva and her friends Lauren and Marine from France offer me a lift to the Abel Tasman Coastal Track, one of the most impressive Great Walks in New Zealand.
At 7am the next day, I begin my first Great Walk. The day begins with complications at the water taxi counter when they book Lauren and Marine on a boat they physically can't make on time due to high tide. A part of the trail can only be crossed 2 hours within low tide, which is around 7:30 am and 6:30 pm. Very frustrating! So the French girls hike with me to Bark Bay campsite while Eva takes a water taxi to walk the trail southbound to her 'Floating Backpacker,' which is a boat hostel.
The trail to Bark Bay is pretty smooth. There are some uphills, but it's mainly flat. While we climb inland at times, it's mostly just a cruise along the ocean. The rain lets up and three layers of clothes becomes too much for me. Sun shines beautifully on the Tasman Sea as I walk downhill to the Anchorage Hut for lunch. Each easy downhill has a rugged and frustrating uphill nearby. Conversation is the best cure for any challenging climb.
Arriving at Bark Bay, the campsite is quite large and it has a sheltered kitchen area making it much easier to cook dinner when it's raining. Teenage boys wander barefoot on the rocks catching mussels, which I learn can be a hefty fine if caught. An evening of struggling fires due to wet wood puts me in my tent earlier than usual. I find a flat grassy area to lay comfortably on. I truly sleep so well in the outdoors.
My Travel Style:
- Be sure to always have fire starters
- Massage feet at the end of a long hike
- Research the trail before you enter
Tomorrow I'll hike what is said to be the best part of the track, and the weather calls for sunshine all day. I look forward to golden beaches, new friends, and unforgettable first time experiences while hiking!
Guest post and photos by Kyle Krasney.
]]>These little gifts will fit as much within your budget as within a beloved traveler's Christmas stocking. For any traveler that has been confronted with unexpected rain, REI's pocket clothesline ($4.99, reduced price) is the perfect gadget for drying wet clothes and gear on the go. Its twist-grip construction holds clothing items without clothespins and extends 72 inches.
Or, make sure your loved one never gets lost (unless on purpose!) with REI's Mini Compass ($9.00). It's easy to attach this tiny compass to a zipper pull or key ring, and its luminous dial glows in the dark for easy viewing in low-light conditions.
Most Thoughtful Gift:
Instagram is a favorite among travelers for sharing travel experiences, but images don't have to stay digital forever. Take that extra step and use printstagr.am to personalize everything from greeting cards, posters, photo books, and calendars to quality framed prints with your loved one's travel photos and immortalize their most memorable moments.
Maybe you want to commemorate a special trip you took together, or give a print of that one trip your loved one won't stop going on about. If you're not so Instagram-savvy, give a printstagr.am gift card and let your traveling friend choose and print their favorites themselves. Prices vary. Set of 24 square prints, $12. One 12x12 print in a wooden frame, $60.
For Her:
Electronics users must always be prepared for battery shortages on the road - but who says these practical gifts can't be super cute, too? J.Crew's Printed Backup Battery for iPhone sports a stylish polka dot pattern that prioritizes fashion as well as function. Or gift the Triple C for J.Crew Universal Charger for a practical addition to even the tiniest on-the-go clutch purse. $39.50 each.
For Him:
This travel essential will please adventurers and extremesports-lovers of even the most rugged variety. The Olympus Tough TG-1 IHS Camera is water-, shock-, crush-, freeze-, and dustproof, making it perfect for travelers who prefer getting active outdoors and want to document their up-close-and-personal experiences with nature. This point-and-shoot sports 12 megapixels and can be submerged in water up to 40 feet deep, plus its f2.0 lens will ensure that you get crystal clear underwater shots. $399.99.
The Gift of Travel:
What's the ultimate gift for any travel lover? The opportunity to travel more! And you can help the travelers in your life see the world without breaking the bank. Excitations offer a variety of affordable getaways in the U.S. for solo travelers or groups - just select the perfect activity and gift your loved one an 'experience certificate' via email or hard copy. Choose the perfect trip for any type of traveler, like a guided kayak tour for two along San Francisco's waterfront ($175), a culinary walking tour for two in Chicago ($100), or a 3-hour catamaran whale watching tour for two in Boston ($95).
Or help out with the costs of any trip through Amtrak Vacations, Southwest Airlines , or BedandBreakfast.com by purchasing gift certificates for rail journeys, transportation vouchers, and romantic lodging for the next destination on your loved one's travel bucket list. Prices vary.
Photos courtesy of REI and Olympus.
]]>"We must search your tent," are the first words I hear after 20 hours of traveling. "It must be sanitized so no outside soil enters the country." The friendly Kiwis at the Auckland International Airport are quick and kind, though sending me on my way.
Entering New Zealand, I am exhausted from the flight and receiving my bags. Since my American dollar and debit card do absolutely nothing, I'm thankful I brought cash to exchange. My first purchase is an outlet converter to charge my phone, which will act as my camera and source of contact back home.
Leaving the airport, I'm not sure what to do or where to go, as I'm making up my route as I go. A bus brings me into Auckland, which is very overwhelming. I learn that roughly 30% of New Zealand's population lives in Auckland. The major highlight is the Sky Tower, the observation and telecommunication center of the city. Standing at 328 meters, it is the tallest free standing structure in the Southern Hemisphere.
By day two, I hop on a bus for a twelve hour ride to Wellington, the capital city of New Zealand. I get to see a good portion of the north island along the way, including the small town of Hamilton, the gorgeous Lake Taupo, and the massive Mount Tongariro, which I plan to hike in February. I find genuine conversation the entire way learning more about the Kiwi culture, like how in New Zealand there is no sales tax on products, tipping at restaurants is not necessary, and everything is really expensive.
My first night in Wellington is rough - I find myself having to stay in the rail station because there are no available hostels. Not one of my better moments, but I make up for it when I find the Base Backpacker. The ten-story hostel offers me breakfast upon arrival. The awesome receptionist puts me in a room with only two other people and a private bathroom.
The next day I take a walk around Wellington, the windiest city in the world. I find a farmer's market for my first meal since landing. I have a chicken, coleslaw, and aioli sandwich, shortly followed by a lamb, butter chicken, and prawn roti wrap. After I fill my belly, I explore the Te Papa museum where I'm educated on Maori culture, transformations of the land, and revolutions Kiwi people have fought for. This museum is a must-do activity, in my opinion.
Later in the day, I work off the food by getting back outside and climbing Mount Victoria, which lies just east of Wellington and has remarkable views of the sea and city. I learn the hometown hero, Director Peter Jackson, filmed parts of The Hobbit on these trails.
Overall, New Zealand is challenging to adjust to. While the dollar is not terribly far off from America, most products are double the prices I'd see in the states. People, however, make me feel right at home with helpful and accommodating hospitality.
My next plan is to get to the South Island, where the major Great Walks exist. The Great Walks are New Zealand's premier tramping tracks, through areas of some of the best scenery in the country. They are well maintained for hikers of all ages and abilities to walk. However, they are not meant for everyone. I hope I'm ready.
Travel Notes:
- Always take carry-on luggage and avoid checking a bag when possible
- Book an aisle seat on long flights
- Check to see the room before paying a backpacker
Photos courtesy of Kyle Krasney and Dan Cederholm
Also check out iExplore for more of our favorite ski vacations, resources, and other winter adventures for even more cold weather travel ideas.
Most Underrated - Big Sky Resort, Montana
Big Sky Resort is the Basecamp to Yellowstone National Park and the perfect headquarters for mountain adventures. Opening November 28, be one of the first to access the 5,750 skiable acres and endless ways to navigate 4,350 feet of vertical drop.
Take the Lone Peak tram up to 11,166 feet to witness 360 degree views of three states, two national parks and dozens of peaks. Technical riders will be treated to the incredible- and very difficult- terrain that puts Big Sky in the top three ski resorts in North America.
Along with crazy good skiing and snowboarding, Big Sky offers an array of other wintry activities for everyone, like snowmobile tours, sleigh rides, and a park for tube sledding. After an intense day of fun in the snow, find ultimate relaxation and rejuvenation at Solace Spa, a range of delectable dining options, and plenty of shopping selections at Mountain Village.
Best Resort for Beginners - Breckenridge Ski Resort, Colorado
While Breckenridge may intimidate newbies, the resort is actually an excellent choice for skiers and snowboarders of all skill levels. Boasting multi-difficulty slopes across 4 mountain peaks on the Ten Mile Range of the Rocky Mountains and over 600 professional ski and snowboard instructors offering private and group lessons, you'll have no problem finding the right slope for you.
This season will be one of Breckenridge's most landmark years ever, as the resort adds over 540 acres to its famous landscape with the new Peak 6 expansion. The most notable ski area expansion in at least the past decade anywhere in the world, Peak 6 will add 400 acres of lift-served terrain and 143 acres of hike-to terrain, increasing the resort's skiable acreage by 23%.
Breckenridge also offers the exclusive "First Tracks Fridays" program, which allows guests staying at Breckenridge Ski Resort to access the mountain one hour before it opens to the general public on Friday mornings. Come January, check out the International Snow Sculpture Championships, where sculptors from around the world compete to create works of art from twenty-ton blocks of snow.
Best Weekend Getaway - Lake Tahoe, California
Known for being both a popular summer and winter escape, Lake Tahoe boasts an extraordinarily beautiful landscape and thriving local culture perfect for a weekend retreat. Home to 7 world-class ski resorts, winter adventurers will find no shortage of activities, lodging, dining, and nightlife.
With a panoramic view of Lake Tahoe and the surrounding mountains, Heavenly's South Lake Tahoe Ski Resort is a favorite for winter scenery. Upon opening day on November 22, take advantage of 4,800 acres of skiable area, 31 lifts, and a total of 91 trails to explore. Among the area's robust entertainment and event calendar is Heavenly Holidays, a two-week festival in the Heavenly Village from December 21-31 featuring professional ice skating shows, ice sculptors, carolers, local artists, and a 16-foot interactive snow globe where kids can get their photos taken with Santa.
For expert skiers and snowboarders, Squaw Valley is a real treat. Known for being host to the 1960 Olympics, the area boasts 6 mountain peaks ranging in elevation from 7,550 to 9,050 feet. The highest of over 30 lifts goes to about 8,700 feet, offering some of the most challenging skiing in the U.S. During peak season, Squaw Valley runs Tahoe's most extensive night skiing area, ensuring you get the most time on the slopes.
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We're introducing a special series on the blog today! Where's Kyle? will follow Chicago-based blogger Kyle on a once-in-a-lifetime journey. Meet Kyle in Part One of the series here, and check back each week to find out where he's headed and what exciting things he's encountered on his travels! Any guesses where he's headed? Leave us your guess in the comments!
Hello there! I'm Kyle, otherwise known as "Chicago" (referring to my hometown) when new friends can't remember my name. My hobbies include reading nonfiction books, quoting movies, live music, and embarking on new outdoor adventure activities. I spent three years driving across the U.S. looking for exciting jobs, hiking extreme trails, and developing friends with various backgrounds. Now I'm about to embark on yet another adventure of a lifetime.
Why am I going? I've had a picture painted in my head that this destination is so breathtaking and challenging that I cannot go on living in the United States without discovering the reality. Multiple people have described this place as so peaceful and welcoming that I must visit. My ambitious vision directs me to make it happen immediately. I feel if I can survive five months in this foreign land, my next goal of hiking six months on the Appalachian Trail will be very tolerable.
Everything I've been a part of has prepared me for this trip. Childhood through Illinois State University offered diverse friendships and a zest for new information. Sports pushed me to keep going when times get tough. My internship at The Woodlands Parks and Recreation Department in Texas allowed me to experience life outside of Illinois. My time working at the Grand Canyon taught me to look deeper within people rather than simply judging from the outside. Driving along the Pacific Coast forced me to have faith in things I couldn't always control...my car, my tent, and the good people I met along the way. My trips to Israel and the few countries in Europe provided an unexpected but enlightening education about religious history and varying cultures. Upon my return, door to door sales required I stand my ground and trust my own morality. My summer in New York's Adirondack Mountains taking teenagers on overnight canoe trips showed me how much I enjoy getting youth into outdoor adventure. My most recent job at a wilderness boarding school made me realize positivity can help in conquering any task. I know that everything I've learned and experienced will be applied in my travels.
Most of all, uncomfortable environments motivate me. With no plans or route, this journey will be full of them. Not having the security of predetermined shelter or local contacts inspires me. The idea of living out of a bag on indigenous islands tempts me to observe and respect a society different than the one within which I was raised. Hiking mountains, meeting people, and discovering new territories motivates me to discover new characteristics about myself. Obstacles are everywhere. I want to beat them.
What's around the next corner? 14 national parks, 9 Great Walks, active volcanoes, a number of glaciers, a world of caves, and infinite amount of adventure! I have a lot of fears about my journey, but by channeling my devotion and inspiration, I'll have the strength to seize the opportunity and get past what I'm afraid of. Heights, injury, poor weather....they can't and won't stop me. Crossing the finish line makes those fears seem silly anyway.
Join me on my journey. I plan to explore all that I can in this beautiful country. It all begins with twenty hours of traveling. Tune in as I reveal where I am throughout this amazing excursion.
New York City, New York
Not only can you catch the famous Thanksgiving Day Macy's parade while in New York City for the holiday, but there are plenty of dining options throughout the city to have a fall feast, from affordable to mid-range to blowout prices. Try a Thanksgiving-Hannukah mashup (Thanksgivukkah) at Mile End Deli or a filling, southern-style meal at The Cardinal, or a host of other restaurants. After you've had your fill, check out these other attractions the city has to offer.
Disney World
Thanksgiving is a bustling time at the popular Florida destination-- the parks open and close late, and holiday parades and shows take over. Surprisingly, there are many sophisticated dining options in the area, in addition to the usual kid-friendly and resort restaurant fare, and many offer up scrumptious Thanksgiving meals that will have you and the family well fed without the usual holiday fuss. To add to the family fun, have your Thanksgiving meal in a traditional colonial style at the Liberty Tree Tavern at Magic Kingdom, or "under the sea" at the Coral Reef in Epcot. If you want to venture off the theme park bandwagon for a bit, there are plenty of other things to do in the Orlando area as well.
Las Vegas, Nevada
If Thanksgiving in Las Vegas has you picturing yet another stale buffet, know that there are actually many options for a foodie-approved holiday dinner in the Sin City. Go traditional and savor an indulgent meal of slow-roasted organic turkey and butternut squash ravioli at Tender Steak and Seafood at the Luxor Hotel and Casino, or mix it up with ethnic twists on regular old turkey with a Thankful Dumpling at Rice & Company or Turkey Tinga Enchiladas at Tacos & Tequila. For post-feast entertainment options, check out other attractions in the area.
Los Angeles, California
If you're in L.A. for the holiday, you'll be treated not only to the warm fall weather, but also a range of turkey dinner options and other attractions for both the solo traveler and families. Ocean & Vine serves up a Champagne Thanksgiving brunch and a 4-course dinner from its ocean-front restaurant and terrace, or try the organic turkey and mashed potatoes served family-style at Fig Restaurant at the Fairmont Miramar Hotel in Santa Monica.
Chicago, Illinois
Try the 3-course traditional dinner with all of the fixings at Bin 36 (kids are half price), or celebrate Chicago sports history at legendary Bears coach Mike Ditka's restaurant, which offers a true Midwest-style turkey buffet. Plus, there are plenty of other things to do in the area; hit up the festive McDonald's Thanksgiving Day Parade or get a jump start on holiday shopping at the open-air German market, Christkindlmarket.
Scrumptious photo courtesy of The Vault DFW.
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