I think my love for traveling began about the age of five when my Uncle Clyde bought a rustic cabin at Boulder Bay near Big Bear Lake, California. The area had not been “discovered” then. It was just a sleepy little fishing lake, and the town had one...
(Continued from Falling in Love with Travel) Many of us have probably experienced situations in our lives when it seemed like one door closed – or maybe slammed in your face – and it seemed to change everything. As I shared in my previous blog, Falling in Love with...
