My Eclectic Guide to L.A. for Boingo Wireless

melanie waldman travels with two boingo wireless My Eclectic Guide to L.A. for Boingo Wireless

Howdy, dear readers! How’ve you been lately?

For much of April, I’ve been endlessly recovering from walking pneumonia, planning an impending/exciting/fun/eventually romantic/hopefully-not-too-exhausting month-long trip to Europe (more on that next week) and writing two Los Angeles-area guides for USA Today.com‘s travel section, which I’ll happily share just as soon as they’re ready.

What I haven’t been doing? Writing anything new here on Travels With Two.

A lovely coincidence, then, that my guest post for Boingo Wireless has just been published!

Boingo, my favorite international Wi-Fi-hotspot provider, has asked me to share my top five off-the-beaten-path pursuits when visiting Los Angeles (or even just LAX, our semi-delightful airport). I hope you enjoy these recommendations for exploring my home city, and become inspired to seek out your own adventures here.

Here’s the link, and I wish you a great weekend — wherever you are!

Melanie Waldman’s Eclectic Guide to LA 2012: Roller Derby, Dumplings and Pop Art

Driving the American West: Jackson Hole & the Grand Tetons

 Driving the American West: Jackson Hole & the Grand Tetons

Northwest Wyoming's Grand Tetons draped in winter snow

 

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Driving the American West: Cody, Wyoming

It had been four years since my last trip to Jackson Hole and the Grand Tetons, an August trip that also included Yellowstone National Park and celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary. We’d vowed to come back and see the area in winter someday, and well…that day had arrived.

The only thing missing was Adam. But hey — I took photos for him.

And, y’know, for you.

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Driving the American West: Cody, Wyoming

 Driving the American West: Cody, Wyoming

"Contemporary Sioux Indian" is one of the exquisite paintings by Wyoming artist James Bama on display in the Western Galleries at Cody's Buffalo Bill Historical Center

 

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Driving the American West: Central to Northwest Wyoming

 

I had originally intended to drive to Yellowstone National Park from Western Colorado, but in late winter there’s an important wrinkle to consider: ’round this time of year, the south and east entrances to the park are closed.

So, enter my well-traveled mother-in-law’s excellent suggestion of Cody, Wyoming as an alternative.

The town and its Buffalo Bill Historical Center provide a vintage snapshot of the Old West, replete with Indians, bucking broncos, gunslinging and cattle. But there’s also locally-made wine. And sweet cream pancakes.

I was only in town for 20 hours, but I’d happily go back in spring or summer to drive the 50-mile Northfork Highway to Yellowstone. By all accounts, it’s full of bighorn sheep — and absolutely gorgeous.

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Driving the American West: Central to Northwest Wyoming

 Driving the American West: Central to Northwest Wyoming

Central Wyoming is where the deer and the (pronghorn) antelope play

 

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Driving the American West: Western Colorado

I departed western Colorado via route 13, which, upon crossing the south-central border of Wyoming, becomes Route 789.

Zig-zagging around the Great Divide Basin, 789 is one of the most geologically fascinating — and yet almost utterly empty — stretches of highway in the United States.

By the time I veered west onto small-town Route 120 in the state’s northwest, the landscapes of Wyoming had grown quite dear to my heart.

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Driving the American West: Western Colorado

 Driving the American West: Western Colorado

A wintry slice of the Rocky Mountains, between Carbondale and Basalt, Colorado


 

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Driving the American West: Moab to Arches

 
By the time I cruised up from southeastern Utah into Western Colorado, I was worried I might have had my fill of beauty and could see no more. But it turns out that my eyes were well prepared for another onslaught.

In the late afternoon light, I followed the icy blue Colorado River into lilac light, its banks rimmed with dark red grasses and winter-orange trees. Yellow trains chugged through towering passes and signs warned of road-roaming elk. Snow-draped mountains gave shelter to fir trees, cabins and twinkling lights, a stateside Switzerland in a Christmas snow globe.

I said aloud: “I can’t believe my friend gets to LIVE here!”

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