While it’s a temptation for a travel writer to overuse the word quaint, I save quaint for Britain’s Cotswolds, a gentle, hilly region two hours northwest of London. By quaint, I don’t mean just ...

“Ring the bell and salute,” came the battle cry from the bar. Ding! The old ship bell behind Siebkens’ Stop-Inn Tavern bar sounded the alarm. The last person to give a military salute has to buy a ...

While it’s a temptation for a travel writer to overuse the word quaint, I save quaint for Britain’s Cotswolds, a gentle, hilly region two hours northwest of London. By quaint, I don’t mean just ...

Some years ago I was commissioned to write a travel guide to northern New England. I spent weeks on the road. I visited a heroic number of inns and eateries. I submitted my book on deadline. But the ...

The Fort Gates Ferry is, in a word, quaint. Tourists pay $6 to have their cars tugged across a lovely, unspoiled stretch of the St. Johns River. Ospreys fly overhead. Light shimmers and glistens off ...

So, here I am in the Green Mountains of Vermont. And, you know what? They’re green. It may just be me, but perhaps because I live here in Marin County where every summer day seems to be its own little ...

Sierra Madre is a fine place to be when a rainstorm hits. In the foothills, weather is often a bit more dramatic than it is in the valleys or the flats -- come December, the rain falls hard and cold ...