I’ve seen cool places from the Pearl of the Orient to the armpit of the US and one thing I’ve found all over is greedy locals ruining the experience for the uninformed passers-through.
Let’s take something from a recent article, the bit about Hobbiton USA in the Redwood forest. They wanted thirteen bucks for two kids and two adults. We sprung the press pass and got them down to $8 but they weren’t impressed. Schucks, they don’t even have email. Continue reading Example of a Lackluster, waste-of-Time Roadside Attraction
As I stand here gazing at the behemoth conifer which allegedly pre-dates our good Lord Christ, I gain perspective. Sadly, the trees learn nothing from our encounter as if they can’t see the forest for the me(s).
I know in the grand scheme of things that I’m still a pretty new critter to scurry the surface of our Mother Earth, but the ability to embrace change and think in new ways is imperative, even if the living neighbor in question lacks a brain. Maybe I’m being kingdom-centric, but those brainless plants just aren’t poised for the future. Continue reading Redwood Trees Can’t See the Forest for the Tourists
No road trip would be complete without the obligatory visits to family along our path, and as fate would have it my wee baking cousins were right along the way.
These famous kinfolk of mine are handsome, Irish and compact like me, but unlike myself these pointy-eared eccentrics live in hollowed out trees as pictured here. In order to protect secret family recipes no cameras are allowed inside, but if you want a taste of what makes these cookies so special, just pick yourself up a good pound of E.L.Fudge and go crazy. No one’s going to think less of you, go on, get to gorging. Continue reading Redwood Keebler Cousin Visit Goes Elfin’ Great