Les Deux Alpes, the Hike

A mountain bike trail winds down the slopes to Les Deux Alpes

The constant rains had left the mountain biking trails at Les Deux Alpes gummy.  Or so we thought.  It was our last day in Les Deux and, after

France: Canal du Midi and Carcassonne

Canal du Midi

Carcassonne and the Canal du Midi have been on our travel wish list for some time. Somehow our prior trips to the region never seemed to take us

National Parks: Sequoia and Kings Canyon

A monarch Giant Sequoia

Sequoia and Kings Canyon were the next stops on our grand tour of United States’ National Parks.  In Central California’s Sierra Nevada

National Parks: Zion, Kolob Canyon

Red rocks in Zion National Park's Kolob Canyon (panorama)

Earlier this year, in between and amongst the rain showers, we visited Zion National Park in Southern Utah.  Our spring visit covered the main,

Argeles-Gazost to Sort and on to Andorra

We passed this mystery hill town in the Spanish countryside on our way to Sort

Sometimes, as we plan trips, themes emerge spontaneously.  Once a theme emerges, we slavishly follow it.  Seriously, who are we to tempt fate?

National Parks: Grand Teton

I’d like to think that I’ve been to Yellowstone more than any other United States National Park but that’s wrong.  The truth is that I’ve been to Grand Teton National Park more than any other.  It is familiar territory.

France: Lourdes

Inside the Rosary Basilica of the Sanctuary of Our Lady of Lourdes (HDR)

On the way into Argeles-Gazost and Pyrenean road biking, we passed

Spain: San Sebastian, Take Two

San Sebastian viewed from Mount Igueldo

It felt like we were cheating.  In the midst of our road trip through Europe with miles and miles of bicycling riding ahead of us, we snuck over the

Bordeaux

Becky walks on the water mirror at the Place de la Bourse, Bordeaux

Villa Consuls’ battery powered luggage cart struggled to lift our extensive array of bags from the Sarlat-la-Caneda hotel up out of the old medieval

France: Sarlat-la-Caneda and the Dordogne

Rain and threatening skies came with us as we moved from St. Emilion to Sarlat-la-Caneda in the Dordogne Valley.  We took the slower route,