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Steven Levitt
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- Winner, Holiday Baking Championship
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Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 4 Seneca Falls NY to home
Seneca Falls, for those unaware, is fabled to have been the town on which Bedford Falls (from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life) was based. Right down to the bridge where George Bailey contemplated his life on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, the bridge was under construction when I brought Stacey for her initiation. But the feeling was most certainly there in the wind.
The journey home, avoiding the bland I-90 blacktop, led us to the “5 &20” across the top of the remaining Finger Lakes until Route 20 split on its own. Here, there are no mountains or hills. No curvy roads. No dramatic scenery. But there is a peace. A peace you feel in your heart. A peace that calms your soul as you pass farms and tiny towns.
Eventually, the highway found us as we skirted around Buffalo, into Niagara Falls NY, welcomed back to Canada with a warm smile at the border, and into the maddening traffic that is the QEW. The previous three days of tranquility were the reserves we needed to smile through it all and get us to our front door. Find the roads people…the roads that fill you up with the peace we all so badly crave these days.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 3 Saratoga Springs to Seneca Falls NY
Cold. 🥶 Rain. 😩
A steady light rain greeted us as the mercury struggled to even attain 7°C (yes, my American friends, it’s as cold as it sounds). Undeterred, we headed southwest along the most horrible length of interstate (FFS…pay some taxes and fix your roads!!!) before peeling off into the Catskills.
The weather kept my speed in check, much to my bride’s delight. The curves and undulations combined with the rolling hills of “broccoli” kept me smiling too. As the rain trailed off into a mist, we found the quaint town of Walton and a perfect stainless steel wrapped diner to fill our bellies. The sun finally broke through as we mounted our steed.
The best part of the back roads is that you don’t eat the miles, you inhale the life along the way. You find the diners, the antique shops, the inevitable monkeys, and the stories of the lives being lived.
Pushing ever further towards the Pennsylvania border, dry, smooth, bent roads pulled my right wrist and stretched my grin. Veering north through the Finger Lakes, with the clouds a distant memory, we split Cayuga and Seneca Lakes before settling into Seneca Falls for the night. But not before having the most incredible Thai dinner in Geneva with JMA friends from down the road (@lbbcanandaigua & Ken, how did we not take a picture?…too busy chatting, I suppose)
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 3 Saratoga Springs to Seneca Falls NY
Cold. 🥶 Rain. 😩
A steady light rain greeted us as the mercury struggled to even attain 7°C (yes, my American friends, it’s as cold as it sounds). Undeterred, we headed southwest along the most horrible length of interstate (FFS…pay some taxes and fix your roads!!!) before peeling off into the Catskills.
The weather kept my speed in check, much to my bride’s delight. The curves and undulations combined with the rolling hills of “broccoli” kept me smiling too. As the rain trailed off into a mist, we found the quaint town of Walton and a perfect stainless steel wrapped diner to fill our bellies. The sun finally broke through as we mounted our steed.
The best part of the back roads is that you don’t eat the miles, you inhale the life along the way. You find the diners, the antique shops, the inevitable monkeys, and the stories of the lives being lived.
Pushing ever further towards the Pennsylvania border, dry, smooth, bent roads pulled my right wrist and stretched my grin. Veering north through the Finger Lakes, with the clouds a distant memory, we split Cayuga and Seneca Lakes before settling into Seneca Falls for the night. But not before having the most incredible Thai dinner in Geneva with JMA friends from down the road (@lbbcanandaigua & Ken, how did we not take a picture?…too busy chatting, I suppose)
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 3 Saratoga Springs to Seneca Falls NY
Cold. 🥶 Rain. 😩
A steady light rain greeted us as the mercury struggled to even attain 7°C (yes, my American friends, it’s as cold as it sounds). Undeterred, we headed southwest along the most horrible length of interstate (FFS…pay some taxes and fix your roads!!!) before peeling off into the Catskills.
The weather kept my speed in check, much to my bride’s delight. The curves and undulations combined with the rolling hills of “broccoli” kept me smiling too. As the rain trailed off into a mist, we found the quaint town of Walton and a perfect stainless steel wrapped diner to fill our bellies. The sun finally broke through as we mounted our steed.
The best part of the back roads is that you don’t eat the miles, you inhale the life along the way. You find the diners, the antique shops, the inevitable monkeys, and the stories of the lives being lived.
Pushing ever further towards the Pennsylvania border, dry, smooth, bent roads pulled my right wrist and stretched my grin. Veering north through the Finger Lakes, with the clouds a distant memory, we split Cayuga and Seneca Lakes before settling into Seneca Falls for the night. But not before having the most incredible Thai dinner in Geneva with JMA friends from down the road (@lbbcanandaigua & Ken, how did we not take a picture?…too busy chatting, I suppose)
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 3 Saratoga Springs to Seneca Falls NY
Cold. 🥶 Rain. 😩
A steady light rain greeted us as the mercury struggled to even attain 7°C (yes, my American friends, it’s as cold as it sounds). Undeterred, we headed southwest along the most horrible length of interstate (FFS…pay some taxes and fix your roads!!!) before peeling off into the Catskills.
The weather kept my speed in check, much to my bride’s delight. The curves and undulations combined with the rolling hills of “broccoli” kept me smiling too. As the rain trailed off into a mist, we found the quaint town of Walton and a perfect stainless steel wrapped diner to fill our bellies. The sun finally broke through as we mounted our steed.
The best part of the back roads is that you don’t eat the miles, you inhale the life along the way. You find the diners, the antique shops, the inevitable monkeys, and the stories of the lives being lived.
Pushing ever further towards the Pennsylvania border, dry, smooth, bent roads pulled my right wrist and stretched my grin. Veering north through the Finger Lakes, with the clouds a distant memory, we split Cayuga and Seneca Lakes before settling into Seneca Falls for the night. But not before having the most incredible Thai dinner in Geneva with JMA friends from down the road (@lbbcanandaigua & Ken, how did we not take a picture?…too busy chatting, I suppose)
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 3 Saratoga Springs to Seneca Falls NY
Cold. 🥶 Rain. 😩
A steady light rain greeted us as the mercury struggled to even attain 7°C (yes, my American friends, it’s as cold as it sounds). Undeterred, we headed southwest along the most horrible length of interstate (FFS…pay some taxes and fix your roads!!!) before peeling off into the Catskills.
The weather kept my speed in check, much to my bride’s delight. The curves and undulations combined with the rolling hills of “broccoli” kept me smiling too. As the rain trailed off into a mist, we found the quaint town of Walton and a perfect stainless steel wrapped diner to fill our bellies. The sun finally broke through as we mounted our steed.
The best part of the back roads is that you don’t eat the miles, you inhale the life along the way. You find the diners, the antique shops, the inevitable monkeys, and the stories of the lives being lived.
Pushing ever further towards the Pennsylvania border, dry, smooth, bent roads pulled my right wrist and stretched my grin. Veering north through the Finger Lakes, with the clouds a distant memory, we split Cayuga and Seneca Lakes before settling into Seneca Falls for the night. But not before having the most incredible Thai dinner in Geneva with JMA friends from down the road (@lbbcanandaigua & Ken, how did we not take a picture?…too busy chatting, I suppose)
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 3 Saratoga Springs to Seneca Falls NY
Cold. 🥶 Rain. 😩
A steady light rain greeted us as the mercury struggled to even attain 7°C (yes, my American friends, it’s as cold as it sounds). Undeterred, we headed southwest along the most horrible length of interstate (FFS…pay some taxes and fix your roads!!!) before peeling off into the Catskills.
The weather kept my speed in check, much to my bride’s delight. The curves and undulations combined with the rolling hills of “broccoli” kept me smiling too. As the rain trailed off into a mist, we found the quaint town of Walton and a perfect stainless steel wrapped diner to fill our bellies. The sun finally broke through as we mounted our steed.
The best part of the back roads is that you don’t eat the miles, you inhale the life along the way. You find the diners, the antique shops, the inevitable monkeys, and the stories of the lives being lived.
Pushing ever further towards the Pennsylvania border, dry, smooth, bent roads pulled my right wrist and stretched my grin. Veering north through the Finger Lakes, with the clouds a distant memory, we split Cayuga and Seneca Lakes before settling into Seneca Falls for the night. But not before having the most incredible Thai dinner in Geneva with JMA friends from down the road (@lbbcanandaigua & Ken, how did we not take a picture?…too busy chatting, I suppose)
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 2 Watertown to Saratoga Springs NY
Sunshine. Open roads. Motorcycle.
Leaving Watertown behind, the Adirondacks opened up before us. Lazy, curving roads with lush spring greenery pushing up to the asphalt taking us from town, to hamlet to villages. Some thriving and vibrant, while others revealing a past etched into the smokestacks and faces of those that remain. There is no despair - the charm remains. While Newton Falls had clearly not only lost its industry, but the falls themselves were elusive. Like a game of hide-and-seek. There was beauty everywhere…in the smiles of the bricks, the blush of the people...some of it obvious, the rest…well, just keep your eyes open and your wits about you, it’s there. Maybe just a secret for those willing to see.
As we passed Tupper Lake, and the heavens sprinkled down ever so slightly, we made our way south. Following every river we could allowed the road to serpentine. And when the GPS showed a tiny road hugging the water, I couldn’t resist. The pavement may have been suspect, but the canopy of the forest embraced us and the water showed us the way. This road was definitely less traveled.
Saratoga Springs was putting on its Sunday best for the Belmont Stakes of the fabled Triple Crown of horse races next week. The town was buzzing with sharply dressed people everywhere (save a couple of riffraff bikers). As we entered a restaurant, a gentleman came up to me and said, “I don’t mean to bother you, but weren’t you on the Holiday Baking Championship? My son recognized you and my wife is a fan”. A ‘bother’?…hardly. They made my day.
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 1 Aurora to Watertown NY
After all the swirling and responsibilities and emotions of late, it seemed an impromptu escape was in order. Stacey and I loaded up “Little Miss Magic” (my trusty Harley) and headed east. It seemed the thing to do since Jesse needed something dropped off in Campbellford. So, a bbq lunch on a sunny day at our kid’s house was the perfect springboard.
From there, with a brisk north wind and sunshine, we continued atop Lake Ontario, cutting down to the States through the Thousand Islands. We pulled into the outskirts of Watertown and came across the perfect diner. Honestly, there’s nothing better than an American diner traveling on a motorcycle. But this one was extra special.
As we took our first bites, a woman walked into the diner. She looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be…I mean, we’re were ostensibly in the middle of nowhere, yet, there she was. An old friend from Toronto that we hadn’t seen in a few years. It seemed that, on their way to NYC, they stopped for gas, she noticed the diner and popped in to check it out. The next thing you know, the four of us had a wonderful meal, catching up on our lives.
As my grandfather Murph always said, echoes by my mother, “we will never get lost, and the trip is a success if we bump into someone we know”. And bump we did…
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 1 Aurora to Watertown NY
After all the swirling and responsibilities and emotions of late, it seemed an impromptu escape was in order. Stacey and I loaded up “Little Miss Magic” (my trusty Harley) and headed east. It seemed the thing to do since Jesse needed something dropped off in Campbellford. So, a bbq lunch on a sunny day at our kid’s house was the perfect springboard.
From there, with a brisk north wind and sunshine, we continued atop Lake Ontario, cutting down to the States through the Thousand Islands. We pulled into the outskirts of Watertown and came across the perfect diner. Honestly, there’s nothing better than an American diner traveling on a motorcycle. But this one was extra special.
As we took our first bites, a woman walked into the diner. She looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be…I mean, we’re were ostensibly in the middle of nowhere, yet, there she was. An old friend from Toronto that we hadn’t seen in a few years. It seemed that, on their way to NYC, they stopped for gas, she noticed the diner and popped in to check it out. The next thing you know, the four of us had a wonderful meal, catching up on our lives.
As my grandfather Murph always said, echoes by my mother, “we will never get lost, and the trip is a success if we bump into someone we know”. And bump we did…
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 1 Aurora to Watertown NY
After all the swirling and responsibilities and emotions of late, it seemed an impromptu escape was in order. Stacey and I loaded up “Little Miss Magic” (my trusty Harley) and headed east. It seemed the thing to do since Jesse needed something dropped off in Campbellford. So, a bbq lunch on a sunny day at our kid’s house was the perfect springboard.
From there, with a brisk north wind and sunshine, we continued atop Lake Ontario, cutting down to the States through the Thousand Islands. We pulled into the outskirts of Watertown and came across the perfect diner. Honestly, there’s nothing better than an American diner traveling on a motorcycle. But this one was extra special.
As we took our first bites, a woman walked into the diner. She looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be…I mean, we’re were ostensibly in the middle of nowhere, yet, there she was. An old friend from Toronto that we hadn’t seen in a few years. It seemed that, on their way to NYC, they stopped for gas, she noticed the diner and popped in to check it out. The next thing you know, the four of us had a wonderful meal, catching up on our lives.
As my grandfather Murph always said, echoes by my mother, “we will never get lost, and the trip is a success if we bump into someone we know”. And bump we did…
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 1 Aurora to Watertown NY
After all the swirling and responsibilities and emotions of late, it seemed an impromptu escape was in order. Stacey and I loaded up “Little Miss Magic” (my trusty Harley) and headed east. It seemed the thing to do since Jesse needed something dropped off in Campbellford. So, a bbq lunch on a sunny day at our kid’s house was the perfect springboard.
From there, with a brisk north wind and sunshine, we continued atop Lake Ontario, cutting down to the States through the Thousand Islands. We pulled into the outskirts of Watertown and came across the perfect diner. Honestly, there’s nothing better than an American diner traveling on a motorcycle. But this one was extra special.
As we took our first bites, a woman walked into the diner. She looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be…I mean, we’re were ostensibly in the middle of nowhere, yet, there she was. An old friend from Toronto that we hadn’t seen in a few years. It seemed that, on their way to NYC, they stopped for gas, she noticed the diner and popped in to check it out. The next thing you know, the four of us had a wonderful meal, catching up on our lives.
As my grandfather Murph always said, echoes by my mother, “we will never get lost, and the trip is a success if we bump into someone we know”. And bump we did…
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 1 Aurora to Watertown NY
After all the swirling and responsibilities and emotions of late, it seemed an impromptu escape was in order. Stacey and I loaded up “Little Miss Magic” (my trusty Harley) and headed east. It seemed the thing to do since Jesse needed something dropped off in Campbellford. So, a bbq lunch on a sunny day at our kid’s house was the perfect springboard.
From there, with a brisk north wind and sunshine, we continued atop Lake Ontario, cutting down to the States through the Thousand Islands. We pulled into the outskirts of Watertown and came across the perfect diner. Honestly, there’s nothing better than an American diner traveling on a motorcycle. But this one was extra special.
As we took our first bites, a woman walked into the diner. She looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be…I mean, we’re were ostensibly in the middle of nowhere, yet, there she was. An old friend from Toronto that we hadn’t seen in a few years. It seemed that, on their way to NYC, they stopped for gas, she noticed the diner and popped in to check it out. The next thing you know, the four of us had a wonderful meal, catching up on our lives.
As my grandfather Murph always said, echoes by my mother, “we will never get lost, and the trip is a success if we bump into someone we know”. And bump we did…
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 1 Aurora to Watertown NY
After all the swirling and responsibilities and emotions of late, it seemed an impromptu escape was in order. Stacey and I loaded up “Little Miss Magic” (my trusty Harley) and headed east. It seemed the thing to do since Jesse needed something dropped off in Campbellford. So, a bbq lunch on a sunny day at our kid’s house was the perfect springboard.
From there, with a brisk north wind and sunshine, we continued atop Lake Ontario, cutting down to the States through the Thousand Islands. We pulled into the outskirts of Watertown and came across the perfect diner. Honestly, there’s nothing better than an American diner traveling on a motorcycle. But this one was extra special.
As we took our first bites, a woman walked into the diner. She looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be…I mean, we’re were ostensibly in the middle of nowhere, yet, there she was. An old friend from Toronto that we hadn’t seen in a few years. It seemed that, on their way to NYC, they stopped for gas, she noticed the diner and popped in to check it out. The next thing you know, the four of us had a wonderful meal, catching up on our lives.
As my grandfather Murph always said, echoes by my mother, “we will never get lost, and the trip is a success if we bump into someone we know”. And bump we did…
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Day 1 Aurora to Watertown NY
After all the swirling and responsibilities and emotions of late, it seemed an impromptu escape was in order. Stacey and I loaded up “Little Miss Magic” (my trusty Harley) and headed east. It seemed the thing to do since Jesse needed something dropped off in Campbellford. So, a bbq lunch on a sunny day at our kid’s house was the perfect springboard.
From there, with a brisk north wind and sunshine, we continued atop Lake Ontario, cutting down to the States through the Thousand Islands. We pulled into the outskirts of Watertown and came across the perfect diner. Honestly, there’s nothing better than an American diner traveling on a motorcycle. But this one was extra special.
As we took our first bites, a woman walked into the diner. She looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be…I mean, we’re were ostensibly in the middle of nowhere, yet, there she was. An old friend from Toronto that we hadn’t seen in a few years. It seemed that, on their way to NYC, they stopped for gas, she noticed the diner and popped in to check it out. The next thing you know, the four of us had a wonderful meal, catching up on our lives.
As my grandfather Murph always said, echoes by my mother, “we will never get lost, and the trip is a success if we bump into someone we know”. And bump we did…
Intimate weddings call for intimate cakes.
Signature black chocolate cake filled with indulgent chocolate crème patissiere, wrapped in vanilla bean Swiss meringue buttercream and a fresh floral bouquet.
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Intimate weddings call for intimate cakes.
Signature black chocolate cake filled with indulgent chocolate crème patissiere, wrapped in vanilla bean Swiss meringue buttercream and a fresh floral bouquet.
#wedding #cakes #chocotate #hobbybaker #weddingcake
Intimate weddings call for intimate cakes.
Signature black chocolate cake filled with indulgent chocolate crème patissiere, wrapped in vanilla bean Swiss meringue buttercream and a fresh floral bouquet.
#wedding #cakes #chocotate #hobbybaker #weddingcake
With one sunny day in the middle of a week of rain, what better time to take a walk along the paths of the @auroraarboretum
Apparently this squirrel was none too happy that I encroached on his nut-gathering area. While the goldfinches happily fed on the blossoming trees. Spring is in full swing, and the arboretum is alive and vibrant.
With one sunny day in the middle of a week of rain, what better time to take a walk along the paths of the @auroraarboretum
Apparently this squirrel was none too happy that I encroached on his nut-gathering area. While the goldfinches happily fed on the blossoming trees. Spring is in full swing, and the arboretum is alive and vibrant.
With one sunny day in the middle of a week of rain, what better time to take a walk along the paths of the @auroraarboretum
Apparently this squirrel was none too happy that I encroached on his nut-gathering area. While the goldfinches happily fed on the blossoming trees. Spring is in full swing, and the arboretum is alive and vibrant.
With one sunny day in the middle of a week of rain, what better time to take a walk along the paths of the @auroraarboretum
Apparently this squirrel was none too happy that I encroached on his nut-gathering area. While the goldfinches happily fed on the blossoming trees. Spring is in full swing, and the arboretum is alive and vibrant.
With one sunny day in the middle of a week of rain, what better time to take a walk along the paths of the @auroraarboretum
Apparently this squirrel was none too happy that I encroached on his nut-gathering area. While the goldfinches happily fed on the blossoming trees. Spring is in full swing, and the arboretum is alive and vibrant.
An Easter Sunday walk in the @auroraarboretum , I was mesmerized by the heron’s fishing skills, robins building their nests, plump cardinals ready to lay, and the Field of Gold ready to cover the ground with daffodil sunshine. Spring has finally…hopefully spring.
An Easter Sunday walk in the @auroraarboretum , I was mesmerized by the heron’s fishing skills, robins building their nests, plump cardinals ready to lay, and the Field of Gold ready to cover the ground with daffodil sunshine. Spring has finally…hopefully spring.
An Easter Sunday walk in the @auroraarboretum , I was mesmerized by the heron’s fishing skills, robins building their nests, plump cardinals ready to lay, and the Field of Gold ready to cover the ground with daffodil sunshine. Spring has finally…hopefully spring.
An Easter Sunday walk in the @auroraarboretum , I was mesmerized by the heron’s fishing skills, robins building their nests, plump cardinals ready to lay, and the Field of Gold ready to cover the ground with daffodil sunshine. Spring has finally…hopefully spring.
An Easter Sunday walk in the @auroraarboretum , I was mesmerized by the heron’s fishing skills, robins building their nests, plump cardinals ready to lay, and the Field of Gold ready to cover the ground with daffodil sunshine. Spring has finally…hopefully spring.
An Easter Sunday walk in the @auroraarboretum , I was mesmerized by the heron’s fishing skills, robins building their nests, plump cardinals ready to lay, and the Field of Gold ready to cover the ground with daffodil sunshine. Spring has finally…hopefully spring.
An Easter Sunday walk in the @auroraarboretum , I was mesmerized by the heron’s fishing skills, robins building their nests, plump cardinals ready to lay, and the Field of Gold ready to cover the ground with daffodil sunshine. Spring has finally…hopefully spring.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 5 - Page, Grand Canyon, Williams, AZ
A warm, sunny morning greeted us as we made our way to the Glen Canyon Dam. A reminder of days gone by that remain to nourish the desert with water. Heading south, we made short order of finding the easterly “crack” of the canyon and following it until it became Grand. And a Grand Canyon it was.
Sunshine, heat, and very little congestion allowed us to walk along the south rim and take in the beauty of the chasm. Red, orange, purple and yes, even green filled our eyes. And as far as you look, you never tire, never get enough of the majesty she lays before you. Perhaps one day to return and dive into her waters…one day.
With daylight fading and local wildlife emerging, it was time to head to Williams for the night where the last remaining original parts of Route 66 is still in use. The cool air descended and sleep came easy.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 4 - Monument Valley, UT to Page, AZ
What a glorious way to wake up! The sun breaking the horizon revealing the sleeping visions from the night before. A brisk air to wake us, followed by a warm blanket as we meandered southwest into an ever-yellowing desert. Thoughts of the cold winter we left behind had long left our memories, replaced by never ending smiles.
We turned back north to the welcoming arms of Page, AZ and the returning red sand and rock along the Utah border to visit the Horseshoe Bend along the mighty Colorado River and HEAT. A quick lunch to feed our bellies, and off to Antelope Canyon to feed our souls.
Within the canyon, the heat of the day gave way natural air conditioning. A reprieve. A spa. An art gallery. Nirvana. As with yesterday, there are no words that can convey what we saw. Even the photos cannot do justice to the majesty that the earth and nature provide. Beauty in this world reminds us that all is not lost.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 3 - Chinle, AZ to Monument Valley, UT
A lot of flat, barren roads in perfect weather. So not much to tell you about…today was about our destination: Monument Valley (and the point where Forest Gump “stopped running”). I think it’s best to let the photos do the talking. They don’t do it justice…but it’s a start…
Best of Both Worlds - Day 3 - Chinle, AZ to Monument Valley, UT
A lot of flat, barren roads in perfect weather. So not much to tell you about…today was about our destination: Monument Valley (and the point where Forest Gump “stopped running”). I think it’s best to let the photos do the talking. They don’t do it justice…but it’s a start…
Best of Both Worlds - Day 3 - Chinle, AZ to Monument Valley, UT
A lot of flat, barren roads in perfect weather. So not much to tell you about…today was about our destination: Monument Valley (and the point where Forest Gump “stopped running”). I think it’s best to let the photos do the talking. They don’t do it justice…but it’s a start…
Best of Both Worlds - Day 3 - Chinle, AZ to Monument Valley, UT
A lot of flat, barren roads in perfect weather. So not much to tell you about…today was about our destination: Monument Valley (and the point where Forest Gump “stopped running”). I think it’s best to let the photos do the talking. They don’t do it justice…but it’s a start…
Best of Both Worlds - Day 3 - Chinle, AZ to Monument Valley, UT
A lot of flat, barren roads in perfect weather. So not much to tell you about…today was about our destination: Monument Valley (and the point where Forest Gump “stopped running”). I think it’s best to let the photos do the talking. They don’t do it justice…but it’s a start…
Best of Both Worlds - Day 3 - Chinle, AZ to Monument Valley, UT
A lot of flat, barren roads in perfect weather. So not much to tell you about…today was about our destination: Monument Valley (and the point where Forest Gump “stopped running”). I think it’s best to let the photos do the talking. They don’t do it justice…but it’s a start…
Best of Both Worlds - Day 3 - Chinle, AZ to Monument Valley, UT
A lot of flat, barren roads in perfect weather. So not much to tell you about…today was about our destination: Monument Valley (and the point where Forest Gump “stopped running”). I think it’s best to let the photos do the talking. They don’t do it justice…but it’s a start…
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 2 - Show Low to Chinle, AZ
The day began ccccccold. A full 10°C colder than Toronto. But sunny, no snow, and heated gear made for a perfect start. Continuing our tour of the high country, our gang headed along the flat desert that resurfaced in front of our wheels. In short order we found ourselves entering Petrified Forest National Park. A level, tan landscape dotted with random sedimentary rock, and of course, the fallen forest (though no sign of Duke Mantee IYKYK)
We learned the trees are not actually trees. They once were, but when they fell into the swamp land, overtime, silica and other minerals, replaced the organic make up of the trees, leaving stunning, rock hard replicas.
We continued north, through the Painted Desert and across what was once the original, fabled Route 66. Sunshine pushed the mercury ever higher into what can only be described as perfection.
As golden hour approached, we found our hotel in Chinle where some chose to remain and rest. The rest of us headed to nearby Canyon De Chelly. WOW! With so many overlooks to gaze upon the sultry crevice the earth provided, we were drawn in so deep that we found it hard to leave. But as the sun kissed the ground we bid adieu to prepare for tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
Best of Both Worlds - Day 1 - Phoenix to Show Low, AZ
Five Canadians fleeing the never ending winter of 25/26 landed in Phoenix to meet up with their long lost riding family, the Lost Tribe of Arizona.Day 1 began in the mounting heat of the desert with a robust Denny’s breakfast before heading northeast.
The landscape of sand and scrub and endless cacti were a feast for the eyes. We bathed in sunshine like flowers emerging from a slumber. We climbed our way to higher ground, leaving the desert behind, and into a world of endless pines. The Mogollon Rim greeted us, looking more like Oregon than the arid southwest. Crisp air tantalized our nostrils and awakened our souls. A short day to be sure, but every moment savored.
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Instagramストーリービューアは、Instagramストーリー、動画、写真、またはIGTVを秘密に見たり保存したりできる簡単なツールです。このサービスを使用すると、コンテンツをダウンロードして、いつでもオフラインで楽しむことができます。Instagramで後でチェックしたいものを見つけた場合や、匿名でストーリーを見たい場合、このビューアは最適です。Anonstoriesは、あなたの身元を隠すための優れたソリューションを提供します。Instagramは2023年8月にストーリー機能を導入し、すぐに他のプラットフォームでも採用されました。このフォーマットは魅力的で、時間に敏感なため、ユーザーが写真、動画、または自撮りをテキスト、絵文字、またはフィルターで強化して、24時間限定で公開することができます。この限られた時間枠は、通常の投稿に比べて高いエンゲージメントを生み出します。今日の世界では、ストーリーはソーシャルメディアでつながり、コミュニケーションをとる最も人気のある方法の1つです。しかし、ストーリーを視聴すると、作成者は自分の名前を視聴者リストに見ることができ、プライバシーの懸念があります。もしストーリーを目立たずに閲覧したい場合、ここでAnonstoriesが役立ちます。これを使うことで、自分の身元を明かさずにInstagramのコンテンツを視聴できます。単に調べたいプロファイルのユーザー名を入力すると、その人の最新のストーリーが表示されます。Anonstoriesビューアの特徴：- 匿名閲覧：視聴リストに名前が表示されずにストーリーを視聴 - アカウント不要：Instagramのアカウントにサインインせずに公開コンテンツを視聴 - コンテンツダウンロード：ストーリーコンテンツを直接デバイスに保存してオフラインで使用 - ハイライト視聴：24時間を過ぎてもInstagramのハイライトにアクセス - リポストモニタリング：個人プロファイルのストーリーに対するリポストやエンゲージメントのレベルを追跡 制限事項：- このツールは公開アカウントでのみ動作し、非公開アカウントはアクセスできません。 利点：- プライバシー保護：Instagramのコンテンツを匿名で閲覧可能 - シンプルで簡単：アプリのインストールや登録は不要 - 独自のツール：Instagramが提供していない方法でコンテンツをダウンロードおよび管理可能
Anonstoriesの利点
IGストーリーをプライベートに探る
Instagramの更新をプライバシーを守りつつ、匿名で追跡できます。
プライベートInstagramビューア
プライベートプロファイルビューアを使用して、プロフィールと写真を簡単に匿名で閲覧できます。
無料のストーリービューア
この無料ツールでInstagramストーリーを匿名で閲覧でき、アクティビティがストーリーアップローダーに知られることはありません。
よくある質問
匿名性
Anonstoriesを使用すると、作成者に通知されることなくInstagramストーリーを閲覧できます。
デバイス互換性
iOS、Android、Windows、macOS、ChromeやSafariなどの最新のブラウザで問題なく動作します。
安全性とプライバシー
ログイン情報なしで、安全かつ匿名で閲覧できます。
登録不要
ユーザーは、ユーザー名を入力するだけで公開ストーリーを閲覧可能—アカウント登録は不要です。
対応フォーマット
写真（JPEG）と動画（MP4）を簡単にダウンロードできます。
料金
サービスは無料で利用できます。
非公開アカウント
非公開アカウントのコンテンツはフォロワーのみがアクセスできます。
ファイル使用
ファイルは個人または教育目的でのみ使用し、著作権法を遵守する必要があります。
動作方法
公開ユーザー名を入力して、ストーリーを閲覧またはダウンロードします。サービスはコンテンツをローカルに保存するための直接リンクを生成します。