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South Dakota: Great Faces, Great Places

By: Ana Alexander November 23, 2017January 1, 2018

Do you ever get the 11 p.m. Tuesday night travel blues? You know, where you spontaneously book a room at a bed and breakfast nine and a half hours away so you can make a road trip to a national monument?

Jerome, Sweet Jerome

By: Ana Alexander November 12, 2017November 12, 2017

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Ladies and gentlemen, meet Jerome. Jerome is an old mining town built into the side of the mountain, that has transformed itself into a hippy village over the years. Yes, that’s right. In 1876, the first mining claim in Jerome was made, and by 1888, the United Verde Copper Company in Jerome became the wealthiest…

Saved by the Bell (Rock)

By: Ana Alexander November 11, 2017April 25, 2019

Adventure

We set our sails toward Sedona on our second day in Arizona. The drive was absolutely unbelievable – dips and slopes in a mountainous landscape, speckled with a surprising amount of spruce and fir trees.

It’s a Canyon, It’s Grand!

By: Ana Alexander November 8, 2017March 13, 2018

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“Welcome to one of the seven natural wonders of the world. This is the Grand Canyon.”

Ready for Takeoff

By: Ana Alexander November 2, 2017March 13, 2018

Adventure

As someone whose head is constantly in the clouds, it’s fitting that I launch this blog amongst them.

State Forests and Strawberry Pancakes

By: admin October 19, 2017April 25, 2019

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Amongst the warm chatter of the Big Lake locals, the sizzling of pancakes on the grill, and the smell of strawberry syrup, this weekend Kaysey and I were reminded of the kindness of humanity with one small action.

“She’s Going Zero Waste!”

By: Ana Alexander October 1, 2017April 25, 2019

25 Things

This weekend was one for the books. One after another, the little things throughout the weekend added up to make one of the best weekends I’ve had in awhile.

Duluth: A Weekend on the North Shore

By: admin September 21, 2017April 25, 2019

25 Things, Adventure

Surrounded by the sound of waves lapping against the shores of Lake Superior, I watched purple and orange nylon, stitched together with fire, peek through a thin layer of fog sweeping across Bayfront Festival Park.