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“Mr. Jeff, would you like to ride a camel?,” my guide Ikram asked while waiting outside my yurt. Oh goodness, I thought to myself, is there anything more embarrassingly touristy than perching yourself on top of a swaying camel while the local camel driver leads you around in a circle for a photo op?
So it was in solitary splendor that I crested the tail, aimed downhill, negotiated some switchbacks and another corner, and then rolled to a stunned stop. I’d hit the first suspension bridge. “Wow!” I exclaimed to the trees.
If you can’t remember the last time you saw the Milky Way stretching across the night sky, then Canyonlands is calling. Pull up one of those online dark sky maps.
If you are in your 50s and miss that young and spry feeling, you could do worse than go on a river cruise. We knew the average age would likely skew into the 60s, but we did not anticipate being the youngest couple on our ship.
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The result is an intriguing mix of modern American culture (football and The Rock, for example) mixed in with a 3,000-year-old Polynesian culture that features a network of village chiefs and traditions such as “Sa,” the evening prayer and family time.
I honestly did see stars—just like a Looney Tunes character who takes a blow to the noggin and collapses in a daze, with stars and tweety-birds circling his head.
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