Your Favorite Place To Visit

One of my favorite places is......

Jaqua's Fine Guns, in Findlay, Ohio.

If you go, be sure to not go there alone. Take someone with you who is not a shooter or collector. Better yet, take someone has an interest in your financial well-being, say, a brother or cousin to whom you owe money, but definitely NOT your wife.

This place has so many great (and oh-so expensive!) shotguns there, that it distorts the space-time continuum. Without a neutral escort for restraint, you begin to hear voices, "the kids can get their own tuition", "you can just rent a place", "orthodontia will make the kid look like a sissy", and suchlike. That's my theory, anyway, and I'm sticking to it.
 
TALKEETNA ALASKA
The rest of Alaska is my other favorite place :cool:
 
There are two places that I love to be. One is Disneyland with my Grand Children. The other is in the middle of the Selous in Tanzania with my 470 NE.
 
Personally, I travel to Maine once a year and always spend a day or two near Mt. Katahdin in Baxter State Park. I braved the "Chimney" and crossed the infamous "Knife Edge" to savor the summit once in my younger days but I don't think my back and knees could do it again. Whether on top or a mile away, Katahdin is a sight to admire. Anyone else have a favorite spot?

My college club climbed it each winter in February. I went once, did 11 miles in 11 hours on snowshoes, the first time I'd ever been on snowshoes. It was cold but we were dressed for it. Had a great time.

We were prepared for disaster; for the two years previously, we'd had a disaster, and once the disasteree had to be packed out on a sledge to a frozen lake where a plane could pick him up and take him to a hospital. this was in 1954, so ti was really high tech then.
 
Moe Smith: Is Endeavour an America's Cup racing boat?

It was, a J Class AC boat in the 30s. Back when boats were boats, men were men and the woman were, well I suppose they were women back then too. I shot those pictures off San Diego when I was there for the Louis Vuitton trials during the 95 America's Cup. I took both the black and white shot and the color with the flag on her transom the same day. It's hard to get a sense of just how big that thing is in pictures but if you look at the b&w picture, try to find the 50 people on the deck. During her refit in the 80s a friend of mine with HOOD Sails "recanvased" her. Spectacular yacht!

Endeavour (yacht) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
 
Of everywhere I've been it has to be the Great Lakes as I'm a sailor too. Michigan's Upper Peninsular is a great place to visit too and have been over most of it over the years. We had some great deer hunt camps there and wife and I have spent many vacations there too.
Now that I've retired we hope to see more of the US too especially since I sold the sailboat I had since 1985. Maybe some sailing in the Virgins as did that once and what mainly got me into sailing.
 
Saint Thomas.. Frenchman's Cove

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I grew up in the shadow of the Bighorns as well. Piney Creek near Ucross, SE of Sheridan.

Small world. Worland myself. My daughter and her family live in Sheridan, my son in law guides at Clearwater Creek bird farm just a few miles from Ucross. Great place!
 
Short trips for me. These were taken about 5 years ago, but not much has changed.

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The start . . . that's my wife. I belong behind the camera, trust me.

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On busy Rancho Vistoso Boulevard near where we live. Just kidding about the traffic.

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Route 77, Oracle Road. It may not look like much, but I like the solitude of the open road.

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Navigation is pretty simple. At this point, we have already turned around for the return.

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Heading south. We usually go north first to gain elevation and avoid metropolitan Tucson.

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Full circle . . .

Oh, and there are some achingly beautiful pictures from other parts of the planet in this thread. Many we have visited while living on the East Coast, but Tucson is home now. Thanks to everyone for the memories and inspiration.
 
DOROTHY WAS RIGHT

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME. While not an antique but old enough for both of us to have health issues, the wife worse than me, unable to fly at all & limited to short drives < 2 hr's, a hoveround chair/oxygen. I can no longer drive more than 5-6 hours tops or fly app 3 hours without physical/chemical restraints. Then there are the dogs now older & with health issues of their own, we refuse to board them & worry too much leaving them with others. Spending the past 11 years to get my little 1/2 acre made into our own little paradise, a few days pass from the honeydo list, NO VISITORS, NO HAVE TO DO THIS/THAT, just enjoying a beautiful place that belongs to me, NOT SOMEONE ELSE, is great. NO long drive/flight, my own bed/toilet, a pretty yard/pool/Jacuzzi a few feet from our bed, A Margeritta in the Jacuzzi with my dog/wife or both is hard to beat. I don't regret the trips/memories we made when younger. I'm sure if I outlive the wife/dogs I'll do some traveling again. Did I mention I hate airports? Germs from all over the world & trapped in close quarters with sick people, I always seem to get a bad cold AT LEAST. As I watch the people de-board the plane & see the person with the hacking cough, I just know which seat I'm gonna get.
 
Glacier Park/Montana - I'm originally from there so it's like going home. I'm up there most every summer as my Dad is still kicking at 93 and I still have family there.
These were taken last August so they're a bit hazy as Idaho was burning down.









 
We went to Glacier/Waterton the first week of July about ten years ago and it was beautiful with all the snow still around. They had just plowed the 'Going To The Sun' highway to make it passable. In places we would see a 'wall' of snow 20 feet high beside the road. I would like to go in late August sometime. I'm reminded of 'Last of the Dogmen' with Tom Berenger and Barbara Hershey.
 
My uncle's and there close friends for many years would go to the Rochester,Vermont to a local 650 acre farm every year. They would go up with clothes for the needy too. Back in 1973 I got an offer I couldn't refuse to go bear hunting with my cousin and walk in the same paths as my ancestors did when they went hunting. I fell in love with Vermont and the green mountains. In 1986 instead of purchasing a new car my wonderful caring misses says you love Vermont so much why not buy land instead of a new car. We did. I found 7+ acres that borders on the national forest on a class 4 road. I own a piece of heaven in the green mountains. We went up there as much as possible river tubing and those $1 creme soft serve ice creams.. the kids grew up in nature. You don't have to spend lots of money to have a great time. I love Rochester,vt to this day. It's unchanged, no fast food, no fast paced life. Just farm country and the green mountains.
 

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