Saint City’s cultural and culinary cachet shines.
New Orleans is known for its rich cultural heritage of jazz music; French, Creole and Cajun cuisine; lax alcohol laws; lore and life along the Mississippi River; and deep Southern history and humidity. It’s the largest city in Louisiana, and there’s a lot more to it than the French Quarter. But like a leggy, drunken blonde downing dirty martinis and affecting an obscure accent, the FQ dominates the room at all the parties.
One of the best things about living in Phoenix is the proximity to a plethora of climates and landscapes, from cool Alpine forests to warm, craggy lava tubes formed by ancient volcanoes. Whether you’re seeking wet and wild summer adventure on Lake Pleasant or a cozy B&B fireplace to snuggle up by in winter, we’ve unearthed a great escape for every weekend of the year. Bonus: Four fabulous out-of-state trips to satisfy your inner gypsy.
1 Hike the Entire State...Virtually
Few locals will ever trek the 817-mile Arizona National Scenic Trail, which runs from the Arizona-Mexico border up through the Grand Canyon and to Utah. That’s not to say it can’t be done: In 2014, Tucson hiker Sirena Dufault conquered it in two-and-a-half months, raising $17,000 for Arizona Trail Association along the way. A new map exhibit inside the courtyard of Grand Canyon National Geographic Visitor Center gives guests the full trail experience, minus the muscle fatigue. “It’s like a virtual tour…” says National Geographic Visitor Center general manager Janet Rosener. “The display really captures the natural beauty that exists throughout the state, as well as the diversity of trail users who find adventure on the Arizona Trail.” In addition to the trail exhibit, the center has IMAX films, off-site tours and a café. 450 Arizona 64, Grand Canyon Village, 928-638-2203, explorethecanyon.com
Driving Time: 3 hours, 17 minutes (223 miles)
Fees: Exhibit is free; fees vary by activity
Kids: Take ‘em
For the first-time visitor, Lake Powell baffles easy description. It’s so vast, so surreal, such a paradoxical union of desert and...
“It’s like Monument Valley with water,” our boat pilot offers.
Well, yes. That’s it exactly, actually. The vertical sandstone, the ruddy buttes, the outlandish abundance of water – it’s a scene ripped straight from a classic Western, except John Wayne is riding a WaveRunner, not a saddlebred.
A confused brow furrow, a side-eyed glance and then a bemused smirk precede the question, heavy with doubt and a hint of patronization: “They make wine there?”
That’s the reaction I get when I tell people I’m going to Mexico’s Baja California to report on its wine region for a travel piece. Comically, it’s the same reaction I get days later when I tell the people of Baja about Arizona’s three wine-growing regions.
Flagstaff’s reputation as a granola college town is well-earned – you can’t toss a hacky sack downtown without hitting a bearded vagabond or a hoodie-clad coed shuffling from coffee shop to outdoor sporting goods store. But surely, underneath the tattered cargo pants, artful dreadlocks and forest musk, Flagstaff must have a fancy side. Even outdoorsy types and iconoclasts enjoy a night on the town and a bowl of nouveau shrimp and grits, right?
“We actually get less yearly rainfall than Dallas,” my buddy Martin informs me as we pedal through Portland’s trendy Buckman neighborhood.
Given Portland’s reputation as a rain-logged kingdom of artistic misfits, it’s a fairly shocking piece of trivia – even on this blazingly agreeable late-summer afternoon. “We never really get big downpours, like monsoons or any of that,” the newsweekly editor continues, as Buckman’s pleasant New England-style clapboard homes resolve into a receiving line of high-concept yoga studios and craft brewpubs. “What we get is four or five months of perfect weather, and then a steady drizzle the rest of the time. It never stops. But I don’t mind it. I’ll bike to work in it.”