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Colorado’s hot springs industry has been steaming for years and continues to be a tranquil and detoxifying way to rejuvenate the body and soul.
Geological waters roughly 30,000 feet below the earth’s surface are pumped into hundreds of hot springs across the state, giving travelers a wave of options on where to relax and unwind.
Who needs Europe or Mexico when a relaxing and tranquil vacation awaits Denverites at a quarter of the cost right in our own backyard?
As I got older, adventures seemed to stop being around-the-corner affairs. The desirable places weren’t accessible on road trips – you can’t drive to Paris. Flying became a necessity. Now, I’m on a plane every week. Compared to 30 years ago, it’s not so glamorous.
I used to think that New England was reserved for wealthy, J. Crew model-type co-eds and women named Fifi carrying dogs named Muffy. “Oh Charles, more Chambord, please, and do tell the girls they have tennis lessons precisely at 5 p.m. I won’t have them losing to Foxcroft again.” Note: This is the appropriate moment for you to roll your eyes.
My very first business trip as a 21 year-old sales and marketing analyst landed me on a top floor of the Copley Square Marriott, Back Bay Boston, MA. An entirely company-funded trip? I felt like I had arrived.
The city’s many visiting gays and lesbians are often drawn to Seattle’s LGBT hub, Capitol Hill. Students, dot-comers, latter-day hippies, and young families of all persuasions live in this lofty neighborhood, a 20-minute walk or short cab ride east of downtown.
In my entire life, I never thought I would seek retreat in a hot, stinky plastic outhouse as a sanctuary. But then again, I also never thought I would be attempting to ride a bike for 545 miles with more than 2,000 other people.
When I think of all the places I’ve traveled, one of the most brilliant places to feed the beat of my soul is Austin.
Departing from string of commitments in the city, you could use a night on the coast, separated from congested streets and siren sounds.
