What’s wonderful about the state of South Dakota is the abundance of outdoor activities. Along with the Black Hills and Custer State Park, one place I go to again and again is the Badlands National Park. I can’t even begin to express how much I love this place and it’s safe to say it’s one of my favorite National Parks.
Nestled in a small hidden room inside Sugar Shack Donuts in Alexandria, Captain Gregory’s is a delightful little cocktail lounge known for their intimate setting and specialized drinks.
When I found out I was moving to Rapid City nearly two years ago, one of the things I asked myself was, “What is even in Rapid City??” Mount Rushmore of course! The National Memorial is about 40 minutes from Rapid City near a small town called Keystone.
Every time I visit Los Angeles, I make sure to find a new restaurant or cafe to visit. And there are plenty. I’ve been pretty fortunate with finding places that I have either returned to two or three times during the same trip or I’ve recommended to friends. The Alfred Tea Room in Melrose Place is no exception.
Last summer I was on a two-week work trip through the southwest. My road trip started in Tucson, Arizona, where I lived previously, and I drove to Alamogordo, New Mexico. I was scheduled to attend a class on the medical and psychological aspects of flying remotely piloted aircraft for a week with a follow-on trip to San Antonio, Texas to finalize an aircraft accident investigation.
I had yet to write about my wonderful trip to Panama from last year. My mom’s best friends won a silent auction for a five-day stay at a lovely little boutique in Boquete and we jumped on the opportunity to join them on the trip. Part of the stay included meals and four activities, including a tour of a small local coffee plantation, Finca La Milagrosa. Lemme tell you…it was some of the best coffee I had ever tasted.
Bungee jumping was one of those bucket-list items that I desperately wanted to achieve. It’s not the same as skydiving, which I got to do while in Arizona four years later, but it’s still a rush. There was no better place to take that leap of faith than off the Bridge to Nowhere in the beautiful San Gabriel Mountains.